The angrier you were, the less likely you were to think clearly.

The sun glistened on a drop of water as it fell from his hand to his knee. David wiped it off, but it left no tidemark: there was no more dirt to rub away. He took a deep breath and shivered. He was David. Everything else was washed away, the camp, its smell, its touch--and now he was David, his own master, free--free as long as he could remain so.

You could not bribe honest people, but bad people would accept bribery.

Being brave meant that though you might be frightened, you would face the greatest danger if you knew it was the right thing to do.

Joy passed, but happiness never completely disappeared; a touch of it would always remain to remind one it had been there. It was happiness that made one smile, then.

Sorrow has its life just like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

And it was most important to do what one knew was right, for otherwise the day might come when one could no longer tell the difference between right and wrong.