Burn Your Bridges Every 2 Years.

Fright Is Something One Can Never Get Over. When A Warrior Is Caught In Such A Tight Spot He Would Simply Turn His Back To The Ally Without Thinking Twice. A Warrior Cannot Indulge Thus He Cannot Die Of Fright. A Warrior Allows The Ally To Come Only When He Is Good And Ready. When He Is Strong Enough To Grapple With The Ally He Opens Up His Gap And Lurches Out, Grabs The Ally, Keeps Him Pinned Down And Maintains His Stare On Him For Exactly The Time He Has To, Then He Moves His Eyes Away And Releases The Ally And Lets Him Go. A Warrior, My Little Friend, Is The Master At All Times

And So You're Afraid Of The Emptiness Of Your Friend's Life. But There's No Emptiness In The Life Of A Man Of Knowledge, I Tell You. Everything Is Filled To The Brim And Everything Is Equal.

The Body Must Be Perfection Before The Will Is A Functioning Unit

The Dying Sun Will Glow On You Without Burning, As It Has Done Today. The Wind Will Be Soft And Mellow And Your Hilltop Will Tremble. As You Reach The End Of Your Dance You Will Look At The Sun, For You Will Never See It Again In Waking Or In Dreaming, And Then Your Death Will Point To The South. To The Vastness.

All Paths Are The Same: They Lead Nowhere. ... Does This Path Have A Heart? If It Does, The Path Is Good; If It Doesn't, It Is Of No Use. Both Paths Lead Nowhere; But One Has A Heart, The Other Doesn't. One Makes For A Joyful Journey; As Long As You Follow It, You Are One With It. The Other Will Make You Curse Your Life. One Makes You Strong; The Other Weakens You.