The Heart Of Wisdom Is Tolerance.

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.

Paradise Belonged To The Innocent. Which Was Why It Was And Would Ever Remain Empty. And That Is What Makes It A Paradise.

For We Are All Bound In Stories, And As The Years Pile Up They Turn To Stone, Layer Upon Layer, Building Our Lives.

Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have The Expectation And The Demand The Other Way Round.

What Matter The Colour Of The Collar Around A Man's Neck, If The Chains Linked To Them Were Identical?