What a thraldom, to be able to dream and only then to be free!

Wouldn’t the joys of life lose all colour, if life was eternal?

That's what friends, that's what brethren are for. To be there, where words cannot.

Envy, however, is a thoroughly doomed state. And the only pity would be to let it introduce hatred to your heart. Hate only what you love.

True siblings are bound together by far more essential things than blood, while more times than many blood isn't thicker than water.

Why must we overlook what we are most likely able to do?

Why should injustice, the darkness of justice, exist and not be an imperfect entry in a book unread for centuries? Until it is so forgotten, that no one remembers it was ever there.

Influence is like the tide. Sometimes it goes, sometimes, however, it comes.

As usual, however, those who strive to understand have no power to act.