Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

It Is Opposition That Makes Us Productive.

For That Is Love's Nature That It Lays Claim To Exclusive Right And That All Other Claims Are Nil.

Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving Trails Of Flame; I Fell To Earth, And Here I Lie - Who'll Help Me Up Again? -a Shooting Star

We Eagerly Get Hold Of A Law That Serves As A Weapon To Our Passions.