Love is a fault; so be it.

A day will come when markets, open to trade, and minds, open to ideas, will become the sole battlefield.

When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.

Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.

Man's greatest actions are performed in minor struggles. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment and poverty are battlefields which have their heroes - obscure heroes who are at times greater than illustrious heroes.

Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abysses of being, and the avalanches of creation?

He does not weep who does not see.