“What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.”
“What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.”
“Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?”
“There is beauty and darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life in death, thorns on the rose.”
“If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?”
“Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.”