All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.
All things are only transitory.
One would give generous alms if one had the eyes to see the beauty of a cupped receiving hand.
I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.
War is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.
The man of understanding finds everything laughable.