Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly, Or Feels So Right, Or Inspires So Much Protective Instinct As The Hand Of A Child

The Past Reflects Eternally Between Two Mirrors - The Bright Mirror Of Words And Deeds, And The Dark One, Full Of Things We Didn't Do Or Say.

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

Glory Belongs To God, Of Course; That's What The Word Really Means. And You Can't Serve God With A Gun.

A Lot Of Bad Stuff In The World Wasn’t Really That Bad Until Someone Tried To Change It.