There is evil in all of us, and it is the mark of a man how he defies the evil within.

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

Societies need heroes. So we travel to places where the revisionists cannot dismantle the great.

I make little distinction between those who commit evil and those who stand by and do nothing.

Our modern world, though infinitely more complex than that of ancient Greece, is also far more superficial. Where the Greeks offered simple psychological training, we live in an age of style and spin in which perceptions of good and evil slither and shift with the political view of the moment.

The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.