Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.
When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.
As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment. If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics?
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?