How wonderful life would be if no one ever neloučil.
Every step in life is a step towards death.
Life is a burden when those we love are different, which builds on the first place. When we do not corner the world into which we can escape his loneliness.

A man passes by the presence blindfolded. May only guess and guess what actually lives. Only later did he unleash the blindfold and he, glancing at the past, finds what he lived and what was the point.
Life is for humans only when price if he can give away from him.