There's always something when you're at fault, too, and that fault you must discover and learn to recognize and take the consequences of it.

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

And his eyes frighten me, too. They're the eyes of an old man, an old man who's seen so much in life that he no longer cares to go on living. They're not even desperate... just quiet and expectant, and very, very lonely, as if he were quite alone of his own free choice.

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.

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.

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.

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.