You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.
Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.