El sueño de la razón produce monstruos.
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
Somnul rațiunii naște monștri.
(Francisco Jose de Goya y Lucientes)
All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.