He Who Fights, Can Lose.

The Rain Never Falls Upwards. When The Wound Stops Hurting What Hurts Is The Scar.

Go Make Yourself A Plan And Be A Shining Light. Then Make Yourself A Second Plan, For Neither Will Come Right.

Alas,we Who Wanted Kindness, Could Not Be Kind Ourselves.

What Kind Of Times Are They, When A Talk About Trees Is Almost A Crime Because It Implies Silence About So Many Horrors?

When The House Of A Great One Collapses Many Little Ones Are Slain.