Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

Friendship Is Also A Kind Of Medicine, And The Markets For It, Too, Are Sometimes Black.

Fate Gives All Of Us Three Teachers, Three Friends, Three Enemies, And Three Great Loves In Our Lives. But These Twelve Are Always Disguised, And We Can Never Know Which One Is Which Until We’ve Loved Them, Left Them, Or Fought Them.

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give

There's No Believing In God...we Either Know God, Or We Don't.

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.