Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.

Work is love made visible.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

Philosophy's work is finding the shortest path between two points.