Argument closes off the doors of the senses. It always masks violence. Continued too long, argument always leads to violence.

A storm is coming; our storm. Emperor - we come for you!

To endure oneself may be the hardest task in the universe. You cannot hire a wise man or any other intellect to solve it for you. There's no writ of inquest or calling of witness to provide answers.

To come under siege was the inevitable fate of power.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

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

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