Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough to speak the truth; that it is bravery enough. Every mountain leveled to the ground, every forest burned, every man, woman, and child who lost their shanties to arsonist fires were defended to the heavens—with words.

It is the kernel of truth in every story that makes its writing beautiful beyond standards.

A lie is more profitable than the truth. That is why we have elections.

There is my truth. There is your truth. And there is their truth. The absolute truth is with God.