Those Whom We Most Love Are Often

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

It's Impossible To Go Through Life Unscathed. Nor Should You Want To. By The Hurts We Accumulate, We Measure Both Our Follies And Our Accomplishments.

If Any Honor Existed In War, It Was In Fighting To Protect Others From Harm

Applied Properly, It [logic] Can Overcome Any Lack Of Wisdom, Which One Only Gains Through Age And Experience.

These Books Are My Friends, My Companions.