Justice was like coloured balls in a magician’s hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.

According to our Tang dynasty poet Du Fu, people do not write well when they are happy. If you are content with life, you simply want to enjoy it.

If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn’t real.

When you wear the mask, the mask becomes you.

Al fin y al cabo, un hombre es sólo lo que ha decidido hacer o no hacer.

El cielo o el infierno están en nuestra cabeza, no en las cosas materiales que poseemos.

Un amico in un momento nero è un amico per davvero.

No son las personas las que hacen las interpretaciones sino las interpretaciones las que hacen a las personas.

Mientras pensamos en el presente, se está convirtiendo en pasado.

I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.