“Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?”

“Death's brother, sleep.”

“Facilis descensus Averno:Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras,Hoc opus, hic labor est.(The gates of Hell are open night and day;Smooth the desce...”

“The gates of hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:But to return, and view the cheerful skies,In this the task and mighty labor lies.”

“What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.”

“...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.”

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”