The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.

Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.

For our hope in the future is cosmic, forging human history into eternity.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.