One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.

Things never come when they are expected.

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.

It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.