Why is it that foolishness repeats itself with such monotonous precision?

There is no escape - we pay for the violence of our ancestors.

There exists a limit to the force even the most powerful may apply without destroying themselves. Judging this limit is the true artistry of government. Misuse of power is the fatal sin.

The truth always carries the ambiguity of the words used to express it.

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.

Give me a lamp so I can find the day.

When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.