Yours is a race whose imagination is limited to its own small appetites. Greed, lust, envy - these are the motivating forces of humankind. What redeems you is that in every man and woman there is a seed that can grow to encompass love, joy and compassion. But this seed is never allowed to prosper in fertile ground. It struggles for life among the rocks of your human soul.

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.

Some people have a gift for stupidity, an almost mystic ability to withstand any form of logic.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you.