When I Took The Pills, I Wanted

Love Is A Disease No One Wants To Get Rid Of. Those Who Catch It Never Try To Get Better, And Those Who Suffer Do Not Wish To Be Cured.

You Can Choose Between Being A Victim Of Destiny Or An Adventurer Who Is Fighting For Something Important.

You Have Two Types Of Writers: One Like Proust Who Was Locked In His Room And Wrote The Masterpiece. And The Other Type Was Hemingway Who Celebrated Life And Also Wrote A Masterpiece.

Most Human Beings Still Cannot Trust Love.

In The Beginning There Was Only A Small Amount Of Injustice Abroad In The World, But Everyone Who Came Afterwards Added Their Portion, Always Thinking It Was Very Small And Unimportant, And Look Where We Have Ended Up Today.