Immortality without eternity is a rope with only one end.
There is only one evil, one crime, one sin: lack of heart.
It's unfair of a circle to accuse the angle of being sharp.
Seen from the moon we are all the same size.
There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.
Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.