In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe to all men.
Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Some think I wink at them when I shut my eyes to avoid their sight.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.
My friend, be not like him who sits by his fireside and watches the fire go out, then blows vainly upon the dead ashes. Do not give up hope or yield to despair because of that which is past, for to bewail the irretrievable is the worst of human frailties.