It takes a very deep-rooted opinion to survive unexpressed.
One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.
There are things that don't deserve to be said briefly.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
To reflect is to disturb one's thoughts.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.