If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

A shy failure is nobler than an immodest success.

Birth and Death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?