“ Love is the poetry of the senses. ”
The more one judges, the less one loves.
~ Honoré De Balzac
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
-Хүү минь, чи надад ямар ч өргүй гэж бодож явах эрхийг би чамд олголоо.
