It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

If there is no immortality, there is no virtue. ... Without God and immortal life? All things are lawful then, they can do what they like?

‘No one but you and one ‘jade’ I have fallen in love with, to my ruin. But being in love doesn't mean loving. You may be in love with a woman and yet hate her.

Faith is not in power but in truth.