And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own.

Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.

I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I've tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied

Some people are your relatives but others are your ancestors, and you choose the ones you want to have as ancestors. You create yourself out of those values.

Man's hope can paint a purple picture, can transform a soaring vulture into a noble eagle or moaning dove.

Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.