One grows out of pity when it's useless.
If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.
Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.