There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel.

I have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.

It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.

Every civilization depends on the quality of the individuals it produces. If you over-organize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness-they cannot work and their civilization collapses.

You've heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There's an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.

Historians exercise great power and some of them know it. They recreate the past, changing it to fit their own interpretations. Thus, they change the future as well.