Quotes by : Xi Chuan

Night is the sleep of seven wax mothsDawn is the singing of five mermaidsNoon is the scratching of three....

No one has yet tested the pencilTo see how many words it can write

If I breathe, what will my heart think?If I vomit, what will my soul think?

Many people pretend to be in thought, proving thought to be a beautiful thing. But the bald man doesn’t....