Where love cannot be felt, one must move on.
from the book "Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None" by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Where love cannot be felt, one must move on.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
A thousand paths are there which have never yet been trodden; a thousand salubrities and hidden islands of life. Unexhausted and undiscovered is still man and man's world.