I drifted off after a while, staring at the only star visible through the thick covering of leaves. Hope seemed a futile wish, but I troubled the lonely star to grant it anyway.

Imagined happiness is still happiness.

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

Vengeance would have us assault an enemy's pride to beat him down. But vengeance hides a dangerous truth, for a humbled foe gains patience, courage, strength, and greater determination.

Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled.

It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.

Was mutual need enough to risk trusting a calculated enemy in hopes of destroying a more powerful one?

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.

He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns, she was his solace in the chaos, his redemption.

To be happy, be happy with what you have. To be sad, want what you deserve.

Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

As soon as by one's own propaganda even a glimpse of right on the other side is admitted, the cause for doubting one's own right is laid.

Man's first and greatest victory must be won against the gods.

Our greatest hope is to bring up children inspired by their opportunities for being helpful and loving.

Rumi called his teacher "the friend." And that's what we need. We need friends.

We should resist the temptation to identify our religious convictions with the platform of a party or the platitudes of favored politicians.

I think I could make you fifty percent a year on one million dollars. No, I know I could. I guarantee that.