It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

I have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.

An army, great in space, may offer opposition in a brief span of time. One man, brief in space, must spread his opposition across a period of many years if he is to have a chance of succeeding.

When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.