My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

Man$$$ when reduced to nothing$$$ or in other words a survivor$$$ is not tragic but comic$$$ because he has no fate.

Look the world straight in the eye.

There is beauty in everything$$$ even in silence and darkness.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

In man's struggle against the world$$$ bet on the world.

Slept$$$ awoke$$$ slept$$$ awoke$$$ miserable life.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Where love rules$$$ there is no will to power$$$ and where power predominates$$$ love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.