You Know You Are Truly Alive When

Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.

While We Are Young The Idea Of Death Or Failure Is Intolerable To Us; Even The Possibility Of Ridicule We Cannot Bear.

Man And Woman Are Two Locked Caskets, Of Which Each Contains The Key To The Other.

You Must Not Think That I Feel, In Spite Of It Having Ended In Such Defeat, That My "life Has Been Wasted" Here, Or That I Would Exchange It With That Of Anyone I Know.

If Only I Could So Live And So Serve The World That After Me There Should Never Again Be Birds In Cages.