The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.