Labor is life; thought is light.
But secondly you say 'society must exact vengeance, and society must punish'. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.