The smaller it is the heart, more hatred houses.
But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.
Those who live are those who fight.
Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.