Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.