Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.
To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.