The Soul Knows No Greater

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.

First In , Last Out. Motto Of The Bridgeburners

We Humans Do Not Understand Compassion. In Each Moment Of Our Lives, We Betray It. Aye, We Know Of Its Worth, Yet In Knowing We Then Attach To It A Value, We Guard The Giving Of It, Believing It Must Be Earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion Is Priceless In The Truest Sense Of The Wold. It Must Be Given Freely. In Abundance.

What Matter The Colour Of The Collar Around A Man's Neck, If The Chains Linked To Them Were Identical?

Desires Should Never Be Justified,' Tehol Said, Wagging A Finger. 'all You End Up Doing Is Illuminating The Hidden Reasons By Virtue Of Their Obvious Absence.