- Love is so short and forgetting so long.
- 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.
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