Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city.
To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Is there life before death?
The average person thinks he isn't.