Wisdom is the reward for surviving our own stupidity.
Darkness, no matter how powerful it may seem, can be driven back by the tiniest spark.
Stars are the souls of old sailors. They plot the skies and guide the wayward home.
Men are fickle creatures, capable of kindness and compassion yet fascinated by the basest atrocities.
We appreciate most that which we have lived without.
The souls of heroes are forged by the gods and tempered with the pain of life.