The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.

The words of truth are always paradoxical.

When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

When virtue is lost, benevolence appears, when benevolence is lost right conduct appears, when right conduct is lost, expedience appears. Expediency is the mere shadow of right and truth; it is the beginning of disorder.

Explanations exist; they have existed for all time; there is always a well-known solution to every human problem—neat, plausible, and wrong.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.