Plans are invitation to disappointment.
Theology is a superstition—Humanity a religion.
There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.
Only the forgotten are truly dead.
Doors are for people with no imagination.
My first marriage was an arranged marriage. I arranged it myself.
Meskipun terbiasa tidak diacuhkan, ketika guru diam saja, kemana aku bisa berlindung?
the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation
Llevamos el circo en la sangre.
... with a quiet suggestion of infinity...
Autumn is no time to lie alone
Perfect was my only option.
O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead.
Hunger is the best seasoning.
The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.
Dreams are manifestations of identities.
There are no wrong roads to anywhere.
Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
