The experience of this sweet life.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

Follow your path, and let the people talk.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.