There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

War has its necessities...and I have always understood that. Always known the cost. But, this day, by my own hand, I have realized something else. War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life.

Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

I have to feel what I'm writing, right down to the core.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.