Only with burning patience shall we conquer the splendid city which
shall give light, justice and dignity to all men. Thus shall Poetry not
have sung in vain.
They may mow down all the flowers, but they can't stop spring.
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and
that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your
life.
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension
which leads to loneliness.
Why the inconsistencies of place?/ Why does the darkness of nighttime collect in our mouths?/ Why the dead?
Laughter is the language of the soul.
You can cut all the flowers but you can't stop spring from coming.