“Whenever you find a good idea, search for the owner to honour him!”

Some fool aims to go to heaven; some clever knows that there isn’t any; and some intelligent tries to create one with his own effort! Be intelligent!

Horizons will not come to you; you must go to the horizons!

I am against the florists and floristry! Let the flowers not be the toys of our pleasures!

The best thing about Valentine’s Day is that if you don’t have a lover, you badly remember to get one!

All we do is to rise and to fall; and in between these two activities, we sleep!

Failure knocks the door of the unprepared minds very often.

The power of every dictator has two main sources: His psychopathic mind and the support of the very easily deceivable ignorant masses!

Winter invites white; white invites silence; silence invites peace. You see, there is so much peace in walking on the snow!

There are moments where the mighty death feels itself desperate too! To see the trees growing in solid rocks is one of these moments!

Pigs are dirty, but I will tell you something dirtier: Liars! Untruth always smells like rotten garbage!

Let us be happy too when we see a happy man, because happiness is a candle light in this dark universe!

The good may lose; the bad may win! Remember this! Because knowing this increases the chance of the good to win!

To reach the goals of your life, you need discipline, you need luck and you need something as important as these two: Vacations!

We can’t see and we can’t reach the frontiers of our ignorance; we can only approach to it by extending our knowledge.

We may like the honey without liking the bee, but this will not be ethical!

For serenity, always prefer the cottage to the palace!

We [me and my husban] like to honor both of our family traditions whenever possible.

If there is one thing I hope my books do always and forever, its that they honor working people.

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

And I’ve tried to do that where I can in my field.

Say not that honor is the child of boldness, nor believe thou that the hazard of life alone can pay the price of it: it is not to the action that it is due, but to the manner of performing it.

To an honest man, it is an honor to have remembered his duty.

I just want you to know, it was an honor to be loved by you.