There wasn't in the beginning. It wasn't until your kind discovered what was happening that any resistance started. That seems to be the key—knowing what’s going to happen.

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?

He thinks things through too much.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Strange world isn't it?

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much.

No matter what anyone says, no matter the excuse or explanation, whatever a person does in the end is what he intended to do all along.

Why must you know the details of my troubles to have compassion? Is it not enough to show compassion simply because you know that everyone has troubles?

The physical concerns and misalignment we experience in the spinal vertebrae of our body are often directly correlated with the spiritual energetic ability to flow freely as well.

Racism has always been able to come up with a scientific veneer.

Sometimes you have to forget your principles and do what’s right.

We should be moving toward local currencies not global or European currencies.

It's not whether you're right or wrong that's important, but how much money you make when you're right and how much you lose when you're wrong

A peaceful man must fight For that which peace demands,— Freedom and faith, honor and right, Defend with heart and hands.

How then is perfection to be sought? Wherein lies our hope? In education, and in nothing else.

Don't be ashamed to need help. Like a soldier storming a wall, you have a mission to accomplish. And if you've been wounded and you need a comrade to pull you up? So what?