Some things that are invisible and untouchable can nevertheless be seen and felt.

Until death$$$ it is all life.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time$$$ good must now be close at hand.

Beneath the stains of time$$$ the feeling disappears. You are someone else$$$ I am still right here.

Fish in the sea are luminous so that they can recognise one another; might not men and women also exude some kind of speechless luminescence to those akin to them?

The lilies I always associate with him; that are white. And stain you.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

Do the hard jobs first. The easy jobs will take care of themselves.

All men have fears$$$ but the brave put down their fears and go forward$$$ sometimes to death$$$ but always to victory.