Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.
Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.
He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.
Life is the mistress to be wooed.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?