When gods die, they always die many sorts of death.
Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.
The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.
If a man have a strong faith he can indulge in the luxury of skepticism.
Mothers easily become jealous of their sons' friends when they are particularly successful. As a rule a mother loves herself in her son more than she does the son himself.
Follow in the footsteps of your fathers' virtue! How could you hope to climb high unless your fathers' will climbs with you?