Wagers and pacts are made with angels - or with devils.

Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

Faith parries all blows. Faith transforms poison into crystalline water.

The glory of the world is transitory, and we should not measure our lives by it, but by the choice we make to follow our personal legend, to believe in our utopias, and to fight for our dreams.

The person who is right is the person who is the strongest, in this case, paradoxically, it's the cowards who are the brave ones, and they manage to impose their ideas on everyone else.

We need to forget what we think we are, so that we can really become what we are.