All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.