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 stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Dying people often become childish.