Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.