God, grant me strength to accept those things I cannot change.
Imagine how different a world might be if more leaders took time to ponder the finality of death before racing off to war.
I’ve got to stop being such a snob about leather-bound books, he reminded himself. E-books do have their moments.
The power of human thought grows exponentially with the number of minds that share that thought.
Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true.
The decisions of our past are the architects of our present.
Nobody tells you what you can and can’t do.
What really matters is what you believe.
Oftentimes, those special brains, the ones that are capable of focusing more intently than others, do so at the expense of emotional maturity.
Life is filled with difficult decisions, and winners are those who make them.
Angels and demons were identical – interchangeable archetypes – all a matter of polarity. The guardian angel who conquered your enemy in battle was perceived by your enemy as a demon destroyer.
Sooner or later we’ve all got to let go of our past.
Life is filled with secrets. You can’t learn them all at once.
Anyone who said power was not addictive had never really experienced it.
Authors, he thought. Even the sane ones are nuts.
Time is a river, and books are boats.
Nothing captures human interest more than human tragedy.
Throughout history, every period of enlightenment has been accompanied by darkness, pushing in opposition. Such are laws of nature and balance.
It is said that in death, all things become clear.
Madness is the WHO staring into the abyss and denying it is there. Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes around her. – Lanky Man with green eyes.