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The great man is the one who does not lose his child's heart.

Sincerity is the way of Heaven

This world is full of broken things. Broken hearts, broken promises, broken men, broken people. This world, too, is a fragile construct, a honeycomb place where the past leaches into the present, where the weight of blood guilt and old sins causes lives to collapse and forces children to lie with the remains of their fathers in the tangled ruins of the aftermath.

I am broken, and I have broken in return. Now I wonder how much hurt can be visited upon others before the universe takes action, before some outside force decides that enough has been endured. I once thought that it was a question of balance, but I no longer believe that. I think that what I have done was out of all proportion to what was done to me, but that is the nature of the revenge. It escalates. It cannot be controlled. One hurt invites another, on and on until the original injury is all but forgotten in the chaos of what follows.

I was a revenger once. I will be one no more.

But this world is full of broken things.

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.

Translation: Lithuania, my country! You are as good health;

How much one should prize you, he only can tell, Who has lost you...

One evening at dinner, realizing that he had done nobody any favour throughout the entire day, he spoke these memorable words: "My friends, I have wasted a day."

What a man sees, Love can make invisible—and what is invisible, that can Love make him see.

Pleasure is always in the past or in the future, never in the present.

The higher up on Fortune's wheel you see

A wretch ascend, the sooner he will fall,

And where his head is now, his feet will be.

Driven raving mad by love—and he a man who had been always esteemed for his great prudence.

Ah, cruel Love! What is the reason why

You seldom make our longings correspond?

How is it, traitor, you rejoice to spy

Two hearts discordant, one repelled, one fond?

Reflect, ye gentle dames, that much they know,

Who gain experience from another's woe.