A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often$$$ but by striking true.

Hatred$$$ which could destroy so much$$$ never failed to destroy the man who hated$$$ and this was an immutable law.

No friendship is an accident.

We find ourselves only by looking to what we're not.

Nothing lasts$$$ you see$$$ not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone$$$ that is the end of it.

If you walk across my camera I will flash the world your story.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken$$$ and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

Life being what it is$$$ one dreams of revenge.

We are all wearing masks. That is what makes us interesting.