Wars come and go; politics endure.

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

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.

I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

That which yields is not always weak.