Every little bit of good I may do, let me do it now for I may not come this way again.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple.

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

Every little bit of good I may do, let me do it now for I may not come this way again.

They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?

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

Hate is the father of all evil.