For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

We are the eyes through which the Univers observes itself and knows itself divine.

It's not enough to look for the truth, however a noble journey that might be. [...] You must be able to say "yes" to what you see. [...] He is the yeasayer who could look upon evil, disease and suffering, all the worst incarnations of the Eternal No, and not fall insane. He is the great-souled one who can affirm the truth of the Universe.