The problem of finitude is not that we know we will die but that for now we are alive.
You see a beautiful woman in the distance and you wish she would be yours. When she is closer, you realize to your sorrow that se is your wife.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
He used to be so rational that he would resort to the illusions of others.
Your part is only to give life for the country. Everything else is our concern.
"Who drives me forward like fate?" The Myself striding on my back."
Put out the lamp when thou wishest. I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
What a wonderful world it would be if a man had the heart of a dog. The dog love the master and bites his enemy.
When we love, the blizzard becomes symphony.
The moment of truth never comes, the moment of truth never leaves.