Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don’t be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.

When things are like hunky dory, every enemy comes in the name of friend, but when things are twisted like turmoil, every friendly enemy shows you their colour.

When you claim to be what you’re not, you’re deliberately killing opportunities, because those who would have help will shun you, thinking that you had it all already.