What is love? For the rabble love is a kind of variety, a transient vulgarity; the rabble's conception of love is best found in their obscene ditties, in prostitution and in the foul idioms they use when they are halfway sober, such as "shoving the donkey's foreleg in mud," or "putting dust on the head." My love for her, however, was of a totally different kind. I knew her from ancient times—strange slanted eyes, a narrow, half-open mouth, a subdued quiet voice. She was the embodiment of all my distant, painful memories among which I sought what I was deprived of, what belonged to me but somehow I was denied. Was I deprived forever? The Blind Owl

Plain as the nose on a man's face. Don Quixote

When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves. Man's Search For Meaning

“The people do not wish to be ruled nor oppressed by the nobles, and the nobles wish to rule and oppress the people.” The Prince