An unshared happiness is not happiness.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

What is history? Its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. That is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?