Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching out our hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us.

where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?

Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.

A breath of Paris preserves the soul.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats. Do no bother yourself about it; disdain. Keep your mind serene as you keep your life clear.