Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.
In one of the stars I shall be living。 In one of them I shall be laughing。 And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You – only you – will have stars that can laugh.