A mistake made by many people with great convictions is that they will let nothing stand in the way of their views, not even kindness.

Freedom is not a gift nor does it simply exist for us to have, but rather it is a sacred duty, and its blessed yield of hope is born from none other than the blood of the innocent.

Truth is not a matter of fact but a state of harmony with progress and hope. Enveloped only in its wings will we ever soar to the promise of our greater selves.

Love softens the hardest edges of life's tumult.

Let us subdue the ravages of the baser-self, and aspire to the higher calling of exalting joy through compassion, for that is the one true purpose of humanity.

Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.

You can know something is a lie when it has no love in it.