What I took to be the norm -- taut$$$ smooth$$$ supple -- was the transient special case of youth. To me$$$ the old were a separate species$$$ like sparrows or foxes.

The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.

Life is a system of recurrent pairs$$$ the poison and the antidote being eternally packaged together by some considerate heavenly druggist.

Everything - a horse$$$ a vine - is created for some duty... For what task$$$ then$$$ were you yourself created?

War can only be abolished through war$$$ and in order to get rid of the gun$$$ it is necessary to take up the gun.

Everything is a version of something else.

Everything under heaven is in utter chaos.

Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave.

The sweetness of love is short-lived$$$ but the pain endures.

A prince is also esteemed when he shows himself a true friend or a true enemy$$$ that is$$$ when$$$ without reservation$$$ he takes his stand with one side or the other.