What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? - Colleen McCullough

"I have discovered," he said to Charles Dewy, "that when a man marries, peace of mind and freedom go out of the window."
"Well, old boy," said Charles comfortably, "that's the price we have to pay for having company in our old age and for ensuring that we have heirs to follow us."

"There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it's life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves it's nest, it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, it impales it's breast on the longest, sharpest thorn. But as it is dying, it rises above it's own agony to outsing the Lark and the Nightingale. The Thornbird pays it's life for that one song, and the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles, as it's best is brought only at the cost of great pain; Driven to the thorn with no knowledge of the dying to come. But when we press the thorn to our breast, we know, we understand.... and still, we do it." ~ Colleen McCullough

Tại sao chúng ta lại đau xót? Con may mắn được sớm thoát khỏi cuộc sống mỏi mệt này. Chính cuộc sống này mới là địa ngục; một bản án nô lệ suốt đời ở trần thế. Chúng ta phải chịu đựng sự đau khổ trong địa ngục này khi chúng ta còn sống là như thế