if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.
But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!
I listened for the echo, and I heard only praise —
Who is better, they who promote truth over happiness, or happiness over truth?
How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.
There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.