It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.

Where can I find a man governed by reason instead of habits and urges?

Truth is like the stars; it does not appear except from behind obscurity of the night. Truth is like all beautiful things in the world; it does not disclose its desirability except to those who first feel the influence of falsehood. Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?