We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

That is a long word: forever!

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.

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

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.