The Heart Of Wisdom Is Tolerance.

I Mean The Only Thing Us Dead Soldiers Got In Common Is That None Of Us Was Good Enough Or Lucky Enough To Survive The Fight. We're A Host Of Failures.

Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety Of A Malicious Child.

Gods, I Wish The World Was Full Of Passive Women.he Thougt For A Moment Longer, Then Scowled. On Second Thoughts, What A Nightmare That'd Be. It's The Job Of A Man To Fan The Spark Into Flames, Not Quench It.

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.