There is no folly like the folly of the wise.
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.
When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me