When I believe in something, I fight like hell for it.
Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.
The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.
I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.
That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.
When the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot, nay, it cleaves his head.
Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do.
Waking up is seeing yourself just as you are, not as you would like to be nor as you are afraid you might be.
Terrorists continue to exploit divisions between law enforcement and the intelligence communities that limit the sharing of vital counterterrorism information.
Must’ve been hard on your mom,” Frank said. “I guess we’ll do anything for someone we love. ” Hazel squeezed his hand appreciatively. Nico stared at the cobblestones. “Yeah,” he said bitterly. “I guess we will.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.