We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

Think of suffering as being washed.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.