Ne wonders what it is like to burn, staring at one’s ending right around the corner, and yet not knowing how the end will come, when one will be fully consumed by the void.

What does the anticipation feel like? The sensation of staring into the void, the awareness of an end’s impending arrival? Burning and being extinguished simultaneously?

. . . what matters in combat is adaptability, boldness and maintaining A cool exterior, whilst penetrating your enemy's soul with An icy cold stare- Diary of A Combat Fiend

Being black is not a matter of pigmentation - being black is a reflection of a mental attitude.

A Minneapolis, Minnesota high school teacher hung this sign under the clock in her classroom. "Time will pass...Will you?"

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

I feel like a big trend is just to model your success off someone else and I don't think that ever works in the long run.

Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you!

Every time a story about me appears in a newspaper, I am injured professionally.

Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.

There is no prescribed route to follow to arrive at a new idea. You have to make the intuitive leap.