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.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

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

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

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

Look in every city or any town. Travel by foot, or train or plane. Do not settle until there is love. For there, there will be the address of your happiness.