There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
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!
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.