“Oh, what is brighter than the light?What is darker than the night?What is keener than an axe?What is softer than melting wax?Truth is brighter than the light,Falsehood darker than the night.Revenge is keener than an axe,And love is softer than melting wax.”
“Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than nightRevenge is keener than Axeand Love is softer than melting wax”
“What is harder than rock? What is softer than water? Yet hard rocks are hollowed out by soft water?”
“There is no darkness like that of a confined space. It's darker than the inside of eyelids, and darker than the night.”
“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”
“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”