“Kings need the world, but the world does not need the kings! Let them disappear like the horrible ghosts of the nightmares!”

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!

Life is a miracle; walking is a miracle; watching the sunset is a miracle; everything is a miracle, because existence is a miracle!

To be a ‘believer’ does not make you superior to others; but to be a ‘humanist’ does make it so!

Wherever you stop, you will stay there. Don’t expect the ground beneath you to move forward!

The wisdom of a lonely tree is higher than the wisdom of the forest, because there is more thinking in it!

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

Whether it is sunny or rainy, make your walk to your destination!

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family!

Beautiful roads do not always lead to beautiful places! Heaven may be hidden at the end of an ugly road! Do not be deceived by the beginning; try to see the end!

You can’t get the taste of winning in a running competition with a turtle!

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

You want to do something good for the flowers? Then, keep the flowers in the soil, in nowhere else!

The Sun after the rain is much beautiful than the Sun before the rain!

The road to happiness has never been a straight one, and yet, it is the only road worth traveling, no matter how curvy or rocky it is!

Sweetness! World needs sweetness! It needs a sweet child, a sweet dolphin, a sweet monkey; it needs sweet people to soften the callous hearts!

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.