You have your ideology and I have mine.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

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.

Only those return to Eternity Who on earth seek out Eternity.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.

A look which reveals inward stress adds more beauty to the face, no matter how much tragedy and pain it bespeaks; but the face which, in silence, does not announce hidden mysteries is not beautiful, regardless of the symmetry of its features.