As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through.