Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.

Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.

Love conquers all things.

Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.

Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.

Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.