If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

Your head is a lit chamber.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

We need knew knights, but without swords.