Why do we love heroes? Because life is a fight.

People would rather live in a community with unreasonable claims, than face loneliness with their truth

A humble heart, a friendly look, a smile on the face is really what you need to break the ice, not a very big axe.

The world is like a brute beast, you teach it how it should behave towards you

Those who complain that fate is against them will have a hard time finding happiness in their lives

Some beliefs are so strongly held that some believers are ready to lose their heads rather than the belief they carry therein

When something looks impossible, don’t give up without testing its impossibility

As you fight any war, sometimes the result may be defeat. Learn to be heroic even in your defeats.

Life has a meaning but do not set out to find out. Just live it out.

This life is not perfect, live it to the full, it's all we have

You will always find all the time you need in the world to do what you love. If you can’t find the time, it’s not important for you

The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose. Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.

Freedom is never given; it is won.

Until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore, you will not know the terror of being forever lost at sea.

We have been too kind to those who are killing the planet. We have been inexcusably, unforgivably, insanely kind.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

It is a wonderful truth that things we want most in life-a sense of purpose, happiness and hope-are most easily attained by giving them to others.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.

Most practical jokes, I'll feel too bad for the other person so I'll stop just before the punchline.

I am who I choose to be. I have always been what I chose, though not always what I pleased.

You cannot imprison me!" He bellowed. "I am Hyperion! I am-" The bark closed over his face. Grover took his pipes from his mouth. "You are a very nice maple tree.