Don't Defoul The Air. It Ill Becomes

Anger Is Poison. You Must Purge It From Your Mind Or Else It Will Corrupt Your Better Nature.

Life Is Both Pain And Pleasure. If This Is The Price You Must Pay For The Hours You Enjoy, Is It Too Much?

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 Is Foolish To Conjure Up Woe Where None Exists.

I Believe, Eragon, That You Are Full Of Love And That You Are Looking For One Who Will Reciprocate Your Affection. No Shame Exists In That.