Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Love as thou wilt
All knowledge is worth having.
All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
Those that yield are not always weak
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.
We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.
