Dying people often become childish.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.