Your level of intelligence is my common sense.
If I was a bird, I know who I’d shit on.
Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art will survive, artists won’t.
Art has the qualities of aesthetic beauty, purity, transcendence.
Nature is the art of God.
If karma doesn’t give you what you deserve, I certainly will.
It’s called karma, and it’s pronounced Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.
Dear karma, I have a list of people you missed.
Dear karma, please be punctual.
Karma has no problem getting back in touch with you when need be.
I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day long and I assume they deserve it.
Karma never loses an address.
I’m going to sit back and laugh when karma punches you in the face.
Karma is like a rubber band. You only stretch it so far before it come back and smack you in the face.
Karma has no menu. You get served what you deserve.
Karma is a cruel mistress.
When karma comes back to punch you in the face, I wanna be there just in case it needs help.
There is no any cheatcode to overtake your karma.
