There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflict the mourner with heartache and loneliness long after the deceased is buried and gone.

What good is a smooth tongue without sharp teeth?

What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?

True beauty cannot fail to move the beholder

Hate engenders loneliness and despair

What good is a secret if it remains a secret ... Secrets are meant to be discovered.

Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom