That Is The Mystery Of

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

The Grandeur Of Man Lies In Song, Not In Thought.

Let Us Be Wary Of Ready-made Ideas About Cowardice And Courage: The Same Burden Weighs Infinitely More Heavily On Some Shoulders Than On Others.

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.