This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.

Living is a hazardous profession.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

Be bad, and if you can't be bad be worse.