Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, and a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.
And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.
The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?