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

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

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

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple. A child afraid of the dark who one day blows out the candle; a women terrified of the pain of childbirth who says, 'It is time to become a mother'. Heroism does not always live on the battlefield.

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

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.