142419 anonym 0
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

142403 anonym 0
In the lie of truth lies the truth.

141812 anonym 0
Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

140327 anonym 0
If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

142649 anonym 0
Dream by making and make by dreaming.

143038 anonym 0
What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

145304 anonym 0
How does one say something new and not retell?

143938 anonym 0
Procreation annihilates eternity.

139734 anonym 0
I imagined I was God for a millisecond
And became speechless for a long time.

139230 anonym 0
Some people complain there are too many people on earth,
Some people complain about secret societies,
Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early.
Almost all people complain about something.

135888 anonym 0
I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

134279 anonym 0
History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

133526 anonym 0
That was the Old Man’s favorite song. “Blow Ye Trumpet.” Them Negroes was far away from the doings on the plaza where the Old Man was to hang, way out from it. But they sang it loud and clear….
Blow ye trumpet blow
Blow ye trumpet blow….
You could hear their voices for a long way, seemed like they lifted up and carried all the way into the sky, lingering in the air long afterward. And up above the church, high above it, a strange black-and-white bird circled ‘round, looking for a tree to roost on, a bad tree, I expect, so he could alight upon it and get busy, so that it would someday fall and feed the others.

136211 anonym 0
Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.

136763 anonym 0
Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

138919 anonym 0
To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.

137374 anonym 0
The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

136780 anonym 0
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

132542 anonym 0
They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.