If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.

it's through the simple things in life, through its games, when our minds mature the most and we grow knowledgeable. It's also when the cloth masks of our outer, false personalities are torn asunder, and we are able to see every last blemish of a man's genuine character that they hide beneath... no matter how dark or obscene it may be.

Even though we don't admit it, every single one of us aspires to be like somebody, whether they live in the world today, within the bard's lyrics, or on the pages in the Library

We can't change the world by shouting, but our words can have meaning if we give them enough respect.

there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done

Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.

Let your dissent fuel you, your anger inspire you, your rage convey you, and your fury strike a chilling fear onto the spines of your enemies.

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.

the bleakest situations bring out the hospitality in all of us, but it's during the harshest we find out how strong we really are.