Chance Is The Pseudonym God Uses When

People Who Don't Count Won't Count.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

Silence Is The Wit Of Fools.

We Thank God For Having Created This World, And Praise Him For Having Made Another, Quite Different One, Where The Wrongs Of This One Are Corrected.

If The Path Be Beautiful, Let Us Not Ask Where It Leads.