The logical end to defensive warfare is surrender.
The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.
I wish I could take a raincheck on June 18.1815
I have only one counsel for you - be master.
The only conquests that are permanent and leave no regrets are our conquests over ourselves.
There is no such thing as an accident, only a failure to recognise the hand of fate