A flower blossoms for its own joy.
Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?
I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
Young men want to be faithful, and are not. Old men want to be faithless, and cannot.
It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.
Lots of people act well, but few people talk well. This shows that talking is the more difficult of the two.