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

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.

The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Rest in reason. Move in Passion.