A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster.

You philosophers are lucky men. You write on paper and paper is patient. Unfortunate Empress that I am, I write on the susceptible skins of living beings.

A chill wind is blowing in this nation.

If the wind wasn't blowing I'd set up a dish.

The more a man knows, the more he forgives.