One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

A man is truly a man when he wins the love of a good woman, earns her respect, and keeps her trust. Until you can do that, you're not a man.

The burden of happiness can only be relieved by the balm of suffering.

Sometimes, you have to surrender before you win.

You are not a man until you give your love, truly and freely to a child. And you are not a good man until you earn the love, truly and freely, of a child in return.

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors - the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.

Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.