And if to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
I am free! for I have in me the strength of truth.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow.
All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.
Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.