Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought.

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.