Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one's head.

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.