It is better to fear a little. One is cautious then.
The dancer becomes the dance. And I am the writing.
The only way men or women can be judged is against the canvas of their own time.
Power not only corrupts he who wields the power but those who submit to it. Those who grovel at the feet of power betray their fellows to hide themselves behind the cloak of submission. It is an evil thing.
A journey is time suspended.
I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.