Our Souls Are Prisoners Of The Terror

That Is A Question We Cannot Answer Before, Or Even During, The Trials. Only When We Have Overcome Them Do We Understand Why They Were There.

Oddly Enough I Never Used To Suffer From Depression On Cold, Gray, Cloudy Days Like This. I Feel As If Nature Is In Harmony With Me, That It Reflected My Soul.

To Injure Your Opponent Is To Injure Yourself.

On Some Nights, He Has Nowhere To Sleep, On Others He Suffers From Insomnia. "that's Just How It Is," Thinks The Warrior. "i Was The One Who Chose To Walk This Path."

It Was My Fear Of Failure That First Kept Me From Attempting The Master Work. Now, I'm Beginning What I Could Have Started Ten Years Ago. But I'm Happy At Least That I Didn't Wait Twenty Years.