You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them in particular caused by what we compare it to: something worse and we feel grateful for what we have; something better and we feel somehow let down.