One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

My heaviness comes from the heights.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

If a fanatic is willing to give his life for a cause, he's probably willing to give yours as well I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.