آدم تنها اگر در بهشت هم باشد به او خوش نمي گذرد. اما كسي كه به كتاب يا تحقيق علاقه مند است، هنگامي كه به مطالعه يا انديشه درباره محتواي آن كتاب مشغول… - Maurice Maeterlinck

Oh, and I almost forgot to say, Neighbour Berlingot's little girl actually did get well, when her brother brought her the beautiful bird in his cage.
Did I hear someone ask whether the bird had changed colours, and really was blue? Well, if Tyltyl and Mytyl's joy and happiness gave him a magnificent blue plumage, isn't that enough? Without knowing it, these gentle children had discovered Light's great secret, which is that we draw nearer to happiness by trying to give it to others!

But cannot we live as though we always loved? It was this that the saints and heroes did; this and nothing more.

No, it is heroism freely donned, deliberately and unanimously hailed, heroism on behalf of an idea and a sentiment, in other words, heroism in its clearest, purest and most virginal form, a disinterested and whole-hearted sacrifice for that which men regard as their duty to themselves, to their kith and kin, to mankind and to the future. If life and personal safety were more precious than the idea of honour, of patriotism and of fidelity to tradition and the race, there was, I repeat, and there is still a choice to be made; and never perhaps in any war was the choice easier, for never did men feel more free, never indeed were they more free to choose.