Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
Hope without love is hopeless.
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.
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