That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

When the light of the star which flows into my eyes as a drop of gold first pierced the darkness in space, there was not a single eye on earth looking at the sky.

The life of man is long, perhaps longer than necessary Or perhaps it is shorter than necessary?

That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

We can only reach our goal amid bloodletting