Truth is always straightforward.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
Deem no man happy until he passes the edo fhis life without suffering grief.
Much wisdom often goes with fewer words.
You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.