Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.
Those that yield are not always weak
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
Ma al di sopra di tutto c'è l'amore. E se desideriamo essere più che umani, è quella la stella che dobbiamo seguire.