Death is the one secret that is shared by everyone.
Faith is the mystery nearest to us: a breath that can move mountains.
He who understands is often himself misunderstood.
The sound of a thought sometimes makes the heart stop to listen.
He who knows nothing is one better than he who knows it all.
If life were fair, we’d complain about the monotony.
A broken heart, in love, is learning the first words of the vocabulary.
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