I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now and then, like a single refrain of some blessed song, a fragment caught on the spur of an otherwise raging cacophony. Imagine a world without such souls. Yes, it should have been harder to do.

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.

Power is violence, its promise, its deed. Power cares nothing for reason, nothing for justice, nothing for compassion. It is, in fact, the singular abnegation of these things - once the cloak of deceits is stripped away, this one truth is revealed.

The future can ever promise but one thing and one thing only: surprises.