Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

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.

You can do right or you can do what you are told. And the prize of the victory will belong to the bold.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win.

The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.

If you ever get a war without blood and gore, well, I'll be the first to go.

The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.