What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

A maxim in law has more weight in the world than an article of faith.

We should have done more damage to the Iraqi forces before they withdrew from the Kuwaiti theater.

I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us

If you're alone with nothing to do, the quality of your experience really plummets.

I'm more interested in what I discover than what I invent.

I was always very determined and ambitious, and I knew I would do something that would let me travel and stuff, but I didn't know really know what I would do to get there.

When men have become heartily wearied of licentious anarchy, their eagerness has been proportionately great to embrace the opposite extreme of rigorous despotism.

Is life worth living? This is a question for an embryo not for a man.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

I'm responsible for what i did. I'm not responible for what every black male did. Yes! I call myself a THUG, because i grew up in the ghetto. And im still standing.