They arise out of the blue; they overshadow and break into storms and tears, then they are drawn up into the blue again, and the story begins afresh." "So you don't think that one can be happy in this world ?" he asked.
"I did not say that--I never said that.

I do think that happiness is possible.

It is possible if one can love somebody so hard that one can quite forget oneself and everything else except that person, and it is possible if one can sacrifice oneself for others.

There is no true happiness outside of love and self-sacrifice, or rather outside of love, for it includes the other.

This is gold, and all the rest is gilt." "How do you know that ?" he asked quickly.