He Has The Qualities Of A Rock.

He Seemed To Be Talking About My Fears, My Insecurity, And My Unwillingness To See What Was Wonderful Because Tomorrow It Might Disappear And I Might Suffer. The Gods Throw The Dice, And They Don't Ask Whether We Want To Be In The Game Or Not.

No Project Is Completed Until Its Objective Has Been Achieved.

If He Waits For The Ideal Moment, He Will Never Set Off; He Requires A Touch Of Madness To Take The Next Step. The Warrior Uses That Touch Of Madness. For - In Both Love And War - It Is Impossible To Foresee Everything.

Defeat Exists But Not Suffering. A True Warrior Knows That When He Loses A Battle, He Is Improving The Skill With Which He Wields A Sword. He Will Be Able To Fight More Skilfullly Next Time.

Long Since, The Desert Wind Wiped Away Our Footprints In The Sand. But At Every Second Of My Existence, I Remember What Happened, And You Still Walk In My Dreams And In My Reality. Thank You For Having Crossed My Path.