To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.
Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.
Only Love conceives things worthy enough to stand greater than individual accomplishment.
Don't count your check-ins before they cash.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
The real story is not the plot, but how the characters unfold by it.