“We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.”

“The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creat...”

“Non est ad astra mollis e terris via" - "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars”

“Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses”

“Mens videt astra.(The soul sees the stars.)”

“The life of my people is to remember forever; each head granary is full. The life of your people is to forget: your thing granaries ("museums"), and not yourselves, are full.”

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”

“The living sinners on deadly ground.”