A wise man once said that any human being is capable of infinite achievement, so long as it’s not the work they’re supposed to be doing.

Faith comes in different tempers: there's the hard, brittle faith that shatters when it meets an obstacle it can't cut through, and the tough, springy faith that bounces off unchipped.

Basic fact of life: no matter how far you run, you always take yourself with you.

There's an argument for saying that brave men deserve what they get, but it's a serious business forcing cowards to stand in harm's way.

That was the truly horrifying thing about it: the sense of time as an enemy, to be fought tooth and nail--but there was so much of it; you killed an hour, but what good did that do when there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more hours just waiting to take its place?

The enemy is never more unnerving than when he's invisible.

It doesn't matter if your ignorant so long as you can find people to know stuff for you.