In my experience , big words ornament bad news.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

No matter where we are, we’ll always share the same sky. We can always find each other in the same constellation.

The worms do not take heed of caste and rank when they feast on our ashes," the Raja said. "Your subjects will not remember you. They will not remember the shade of your eyes, the colors you favored, or the beauty of your wives. They will only remember your impression upon their hearts and whether you filled them with glee or grief. That is your immortality.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.