Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.
Darkness is dawn not yet born.
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.