If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.