For every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors' pyres.

All we can do is try not to fall.

Evil has no need to bother with eliminating Good. It's far simpler to let Good fight against itself.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.

Why was is that the Light acted through lies, and the Darkness acted though the truth? Why was is that our truth proved powerless, but lies were effective? And why was the Darkness able to manage perfectly well with truth in order to do Evil?

What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn't give love a chance?

When people got old, why did they always develop a passion for scrabbling in the earth? Were they trying to get used to it?