They say a man doesn't know himself until he faces death for the first time. . . I don't know about that. It seems to me that the person you are when you're about to die isn't as important as the person you are during the rest of your life. Why should a few moments matter more than an entire lifetime?

That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.

Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.

Better to be the failure who nobly strived than the success who never really had to.

Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty?

To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe.

Why did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn't the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.