This world is all vanity. It is a tempest hurling us from one sorrow to another.

Some journeys lead nowhere, but they set the spirit free

Darkness gives free rein to the mind’s worst imaginings

What good is a secret if it remains a secret … Secrets are meant to be discovered…

True beauty cannot fail to move the beholder

When a tree falls it resounds with a thundering crash; and yet a whole forest grows in silence.

There is no place for innocence on the battlefield.

Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness

True kindness ennobles the giver

It is the dirt within men’s hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.

Books are like bound dreams waiting to be released

Even coal shimmers in the light

Familiarity makes the lion more dangerous.

Survival was more than the preservation of life. It was tenacity in the face of ruin, an unbroken resolve in the midst of defeat, a glimmer of hope in the maelstrom, and peace despite the...

Hate engenders loneliness and despair

The heart’s capacity to love is infinite

Pride is an expensive vice, for it is wedded to Greed whose hunger is never sated

There is no treasure like the human heart.

Even in prosperous times the living robbed the dead

What is courage without risk… It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?

Some trees are too deeply rooted to move … And if they are uprooted, they will die…

Suffering is the fire by which love is tested.

Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom

There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing...

It is not triumph which defines a man, but tragedy. Triumph always brings out the best in men, but tragedy shows us what we are made of.

Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts; it may be all you have to trust.

It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most.