It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.

It brings joy in sorrow, victory in battle, light to darkness, life to the dead. That is the power of the blood-red jewel which men honor with the name "The Philosopher's Stone.

No fair, sky. I'm the one who feels like crying.

Believe in yourself. Pick a path that you, deep down in your soul, won't be ashamed of.

Teachings that do not speak of pain have no meaning...because humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return.

And now, I'm thinking again, isn't there something we can do about something we can't do anything about?

Stand up and walk. Move on. After all, you have perfect legs to stand on.