God Is Always The Last Resource.

It Is Not The Tree That Forsakes The Flower, But The Flower That Forsakes The Tree.

Happiness Is Like Those Palaces In Fairy Tales Whose Gates Are Guarded By Dragons: We Must Fight In Order To Conquer It.

I Know What Happiness And What Despair Are, And I Never Make A Jest Of Such Feelings. Take It, Then, But In Exchange —

We Must Never Expect Discretion In First Love: It Is Accompanied By Such Excessive Joy That Unless The Joy Is Allowed To Overflow, It Will Choke You.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.