There’s no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.
Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them.
To truly hate is an art one learns with time.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
Sometimes, the things that are the most real only happen in one’s imagination.
People talk too much. Humans aren’t descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
People only disappear when they have somewhere to go.
Memories are worse than bullets.
It’s a mistake to think that dreams can come true without having to offer anything in exchange.
Youth is like a fickle girlfriend. We can’t understand or value her until she goes off with someone else, never to return…
You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.
Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.
