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.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.
Often a retrospect delights the mind.
Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.