A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
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.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.