That is the honest nature of friendship. That is when it becomes sincere, and not self-serving.

How ironic it is that our instincts often run exactly opposite from what we truly desire for those we love.

Is that not the whole point of gaining experience, to use it to make wiser choices, to temper destructive instincts, to find better resolutions?

Because of the friends I have known, the honorable people I have met, I know I am no solitary hero of unique causes. I know that when I die, that which is important will live on.

Truth, though, is nothing in the face of self-falsehood, and principles are of no value if the idealist cannot live up to his own standards.

I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.

If we have fallen so far as to need an avatar, an undeniable manifestation of a god, to show us our way, then we are pitiful creatures indeed.

I need no fantasies to belittle the great treasures that I already possess.

In the heart, there is no sting greater than watching the struggles of one you love, knowing that only through such strife will that person grow and recognize the potential of his or her existence.

All of his life had been filled with crashing ends to promising beginnings.

Sensual pleasures are, or should be, the culmination of physical desires combined with an intellectual and emotional decision, a giving of oneself, body and spirit, in a bond of trust and respect.

Here have been many times in my life when I have felt helpless. It is perhaps the most acute pain a person can know, founded in frustration and ventless rage.

This is my fear, of a life wasted, of a cause misbegotten, of a belief that is, in the end, an empty and unattainable ideal, the foolish designs of an innocent child who believed there could be more.

Only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live.

There is indeed reward for those who follow the path of conscience,

Joy multiples when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

The character of the person would outweigh the color of his skin and the reputation of his heritage.

There is a wide world out there, my friend, full of pain, but filled with joy as well. The former keeps you on the path of growth, and the latter makes the journey tolerable.

Make yer laughs where ye can, little one, because yer tears’ll chase ye and catch ye where they will.

What is it about your race that none of you can seem to properly weigh your own value? Every human seems to think more of herself than she should, or less of herself than is sensible!

It is a defeat of the spirit to learn one's arrogance causes such loss and pain. Pride invites you to soar to heights and the footing, tentative. farther, then, is the fall.

Sometimes the most difficult battles are the ones we are forced not to fight.

To lose is to die! You may win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one!

One never knows when one might walk into a tale." - Ardaz