In a quarell, what hurts me most are my own words, so i prefer to remain silent to avoid being hurt

without letting go off of the good, the better will never surface

one may force water into your mouth, but can't force it down your troat.

When i learnt to smile in times of trouble and tribulations, the devil gets confused, because he knows not what makes me happy

Choose your friends, don't let them Choose you

Some problems are better left to pass the Night, because by so doing they solve themselves before first light