…our world did not fall because we did not believe in fairness… our world fell because it could no longer support the enormous weight we had put upon it, in the name of fairness.

This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.

Nothing can be more perfect in my world than the imperfection it must match.

Bare heights of loneliness...a wilderness whose burning winds sweep over glowing sands, what are they to HIM? Even there He can refresh us, even there He can renew us.

Instead of you trying to impress others, why don't you strive to become the one that people would love to positively impress?

To dream! Such dreams certainly make life more worth living... and only dreams can do that for me.

I just walk around, observing the subject from various angles until the picture elements arrange themselves into a composition that pleases my eye.

You all have the potential to be what you wanna be.

My life is a beautiful struggle.

All of consciousness is shifted from the imagined, the revisive, to the effort to perceive simply the cruel radiance of what is

Great, it passes on (in constant flow).

Soldiers' bellies are not satisfied with empty promises and hopes.

The health of the eye demands a horizon.