You Cannot Play The Song Of Freedom

He Who Limps Is Still Walking.

If You Do Not Know His Language, You Will Never Understand A Foreigner's Silence.

Most Of The Sighs We Hear Have Been Edited.

Be Yourself. A Horse Without The Lancer Is Still A Horse; A Lancer Without The Horse Is Just A Man.

One Has To Multiply Thoughts To The Point Where There Aren't Enough Policemen To Control Them