There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm.
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.
Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Life is just a dream on the way to death.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.