No death is sweeter than this, and no rose redder than the blood that flows. - Hans Christian Andersen

He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him;

he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness.

Bien des gens reçurent de cette funeste poussière dans l'œil. Une fois là, elle y restait, et les gens voyaient tout en mal, tout en laid, et tout à l’envers.