As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of

Real Sorrow Is Incompatible With Hope. No Matter How Great That Sorrow May Be, Hope Raises It One Hundred Cubits Higher.

Naturally I Drew Register A Little Exaggerated, In Order To Create Something New In The Sense Of A Sublime Literature That Sings Of Despair Only In Order To Oppress The Reader, And Make Him Desire The Good As The Remedy.

Melancholy And Sadness Are The Start Of Doubt... Doubt Is The Beginning Of Despair; Despair Is The Cruel Beginning Of The Differing Degrees Of Wickedness.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose Trinity! Luminous Triangle! Whoever Has Not Known You Is Without Sense!

Farewell Until Eternity, Where You And I Shall Not Find Ourselves Together.