*Sneezes* |
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow. |
O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet. |
The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others. |
Silence is a text easy to misread. |
You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering. |
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional. |
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. |
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. |
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. |