A cat’s tail is a living question mark; a dog’s is an exclamation mark.
Clouds are drops of water that have forgotten where home is; when they remember, it rains.
Bees are small dragons and the hive is the castle where they guard their golden treasure.
Only trees undress for winter.
Smoke is the shadow of fire.
Clouds are puddles in the sky.
Good ideas usually have only one author; and bad ideas even less.
Rain brings forth flowers and umbrellas.
Tradition is the anchor of culture; to travel, it’s enough to hoist it up, there’s no need to throw it to the bottom of the ocean.
The anchor wasn’t invented so that ships stay still, but rather because they don’t.
In this world everything is where it should: how hot would the Eskimos feel in the tropics!
Love may fill the heart, but it does not improve memory one bit.
Memories are like old photos; what they lack in focus and colour, they make up in feeling.
Within the head of a pin, there are as many angels who believe Schrödinger’s cat is alive as there are who believe it is dead.
Philosophy and theology admit only two types of truth: those which can be discussed and.
All cats are ornithologists.
During the day, night hides in the shadows.
That the sun never ceases to see the moon is as clear as the sun’s light on the moon.
Only the snake knows where the neck ends and the tail begins.
If the serpent had had hands, she would have picked the forbidden fruit herself.
The car is an ingenious invention which allows us to spend more time in traffic in order to work further from home.
A cat would never invent the lightbulb.
Even in the land of the rising sun it sets.
When facing a moral dilemma, we are all like the colour-blind looking at traffic lights: we know red means stop and green means go... but which is which?
Individualists all over the world, unite!
A long time ago there was a republic of cats where a thousand cats lived, and every year they held an election where a thousand voters voted for a thousand candidates and they all ended up tied.
A long time ago parakeets invented the perfect democracy: everyone talks and no one listens.
Secrets, like vampires, die when they see the light of day.
Oases are the desert’s acne.
To a relativist, there are two types of truths: his own, which are relatively sure, and those of others, which are surely relative.
The ships in the harbours say: Om!
Man wanted to imitate autumn and invented garbage.
Only the stars know not they are stars.
Those who love their hands may not love a cat.
The dog knows one must go in order to return.
If the moon weren’t falling so fast, maybe it would manage to fall.
There are people who listen with their eyes and talk with their hands.
The months are twelve brothers, all different; the years are a crowd of strangers, all alike.
