We Persians Have A Saying That One

One Must Live As If It Would Be Forever, And As If One Might Die Each Moment. Always Both At Once.

How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless They See It Sown?

Tell A Man What He May Not Sing And He Is Still Half Free; Even All Free, If He Never Wanted To Sing It. But Tell Him What He Must Sing, Take Up His Time With It So That His True Voice Cannot Sound Even In Secret -- There, I Have Seen Is Slavery.

By Her Shining And Her Power He Knew Her.

All Tragedies Deal With Fated Meetings; How Else Could There Be A Play? Fate Deals Its Stroke; Sorrow Is Purged, Or Turned To Rejoicing; There Is Death, Or Triumph; There Has Been A Meeting, And A Change. No One Will Ever Make A Tragedy - And That Is As Well, For One Could Not Bear It - Whose Grief Is That The Principals Never Met.