There is no arriving somewhere without leaving somewhere.

They did not know it was impossible so they did it.

Just when I thought I was learning how to live$$$ 'twas then I realized I was learning how to die.

The trouble is not in dying for a friend$$$ but in finding a friend worth dying for.

Death's an old story$$$ but new for each person.

The best thing you can possibly do for a friend is to be his friend.

The same question arose in every soul: "For what$$$ for whom$$$ must I kill and be killed?"

May it be a light to you in dark places$$$ when all other lights go out.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is$$$ has left the path of wisdom.

Short cuts make long delays.