The Past Reflects Eternally Between Two Mirrors

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.

Prisons Are The Temples Where Devils Learn To Prey. Every Time We Turn The Key We Twist The Knife Of Fate, Because Every Time We Cage A Man We Close Him In With Hate.

Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

One Of The Ironies Of Courage, And The Reason Why We Prize It So Highly, Is That We Find It Easier To Be Brave For Someone Else Than We Do For Ourselves Alone.