“Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.”

“The tears you cry are only spectrums compared to those of many others. Why do you expect my judgement? Will you ever learn your lesson?”

“Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.”

“Think about it. The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears. How else can it be? The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

“The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears... The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”