There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.
If millions are born millions must die.
He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.
Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made / Something more equal to the centuries / Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.