Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
Wars come and go; politics endure.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you