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.

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.

The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.