The end of life is in the start... Yet the start, only seen in the end.

• I learned about life; It is sadness. I learned about happiness; It is madness. I learned about pain; It is reality... And then I learned about love; It is futility.
• For our love is not written in the stars nor sealed in the sky, but it is engraved in the galaxies.
• I fall like a sparrow, I fly like a dove... A new tomorrow; I found love.
• A house is built with bricks, and love with words is too.
• Substitution of competition makes good production.
• We turn back: Not because of fear, But because we have nowhere else to go.
• Loving someone who loves someone else may be the greatest of human sufferings.
• We see and we write, we touch and we write, we feel and we write... our therapy our literature, our life.
• The earth as a whole, though not a dream within a dream, Cannot allow man to feel life as a cream. But with wisdom said and wisdom heard, he takes; A hope much living will make a dream much awake.
• Whoever thought of writing the first love poem, and whoever thought of praising Jehovah with a song; had a point on how to live a pure and noble life.