He Too Knows How To Lose.

All The World's Roads Lead To The Heart Of The Warrior.

This Was The Kiss I Had Waited For So Long - A Kiss Born By The River Of Our Childhood, When We Didn't Yet Know What Love Meant. A Kiss That Had Been Suspended In The Air As We Grew, That Had Traveled In The World In The Sovenier Of A Medal, And That Had Remained Hidden Behind Piles Of Books. A Kiss That Had Been Lost And Now Was Found. In The Moment Of That Kiss Were Years Of Searching, Disillusionment And Impossible Dreams.

A Warrior Knows That Everything A Person Does Has Enduring Consequences.

You Still Haven't Managed To Heal The Scars Left By Some Of The Injustices Committed Against You In Your Life And It Doesn't Do You Any Good. All It Does Is Feed A Constant Desire To Feel Sorry For Yourself, Because You Were The Victim Of People Stronger Than You. Or Else It Makes You Go To The Other Extreme And Disguise Yourself As An Avenger Ready To Strike Out At The People Who Hurt You. Isn't That A Waste Of Time?...it Is Human, But It's Not Intelligent Or Reasonable.

There Is No Sin But The Lack Of Love.