The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
Inspiration is in seeing a part of the whole with the part of the whole in you.
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?