If you would take, you must first give.
People are born soft and weak. They die hard and stiff.
Rituals are the end of fidelity and honesty, and the beginning of confusion.
The most eloquent seems to stutter.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Other people are joyous, like on the feast of the ox, like on the way up to the terrace in the spring. I alone am inert, giving no sign, like a newborn baby who has not learned to smile.