I walk around the world like a ghost$$$ and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

Beware<br/>At war<br/>Or at peace$$$<br/>More people die<br/>Of unenlightened self-interest<br/>Than of any other disease.

The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.

Ice burns$$$ and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation$$$ fire$$$ from the other$$$ frost.

Pity for the guilty is treason to the innocent.

Home is where the books are.

We all want to believe in impossible things$$$ I suppose$$$ to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.

I wish to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been.

My top priority is for people to understand that they have the power to change things themselves.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.