A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Saying this, he turned his head toward the window as if he were trying to solve the problems of human existence by concentrating on the beauty of the universe.