No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
Pain is love and love is pain.
Pain is the substance of life and the root of personality, because only suffering is a person.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other.
No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
Pain is love and love is pain.
Pain is the substance of life and the root of personality, because only suffering is a person.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other.