It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win.
Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.
Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.
Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath?
In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.
Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and world of hunger in vengeance will always remember.