Such Is The Vastness Of His Genius

All That We Were Has Led Us To Where We Are, But Tells Us Little Of Where We’re Going. Memories Are A Weight You Can Never Shrug Off.

"there's Little Value In Seeking To Find Reasons For Why People Do What They Do, Or Feel The Way They Feel. Hatred Is A Most Pernicious Thing, Finding Root In Any Kind Of Soil. It Feeds On Itself." "with Words."

The Only Death I Fear Is Dying Ignorant.

Ah, Fist, It’s The Curse Of History That Those Who Should Read Them, Never Do.

And Over It All, The Butterflies Swarmed, Like A Million Yellow-pettalled Flowers Dancing On Swirling Winds.