„And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!He chortled in his joy.“

— Lewis Carroll

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„p>Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown!No mortal grief deserves that crown.O supreme Love, chief misery,The sharp regalia are for TheeWhose days eternally go on!For us, — whatever's undergone,Thou knowest, willest what is done,Grief may be joy misunderstood;Only the Good discerns the good.I trust Thee while my days go on.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
„Armed with my sword and wand, I was all set for a stroll through the swamp to look for a hungry monster. Oh, joy!“
— Rick Riordan