A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
Love is a peculiar thing.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
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.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.