The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence
I am too young and I've loved you too much.
If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery of things.
They were like two enemies in love with one another.
Happiness lies not in happiness but only in the attempt to achieve it.
Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.