Isn't man but a blossom taken by wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this land of the gods everlasting?

How beautiful life is and how sad! How fleeting, with no past and no future, only a limitless now.

Isn't man but a blossom taken by wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this land of the gods everlasting?

Isn't it only laughter we can stay human?

Wars are fought by teenagers, you realize that. They really ought to be fought by the politicians and old people who start these wars.

The scarcity of years does not necessitate lack of wisdom.

What can I do to help thee?" he asked. "Believe there is a tomorrow.