It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.
While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.