A Problem Shared Is A Problem Doubled.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

The Purpose Of Debates Is To Explore Issues, Not End Them.

Fear Is Good, For It Makes Us Cautious And Aids Survival. Not So With Terror. It Is Like Slow Poison, Paralyzing The Limbs And Blurring The Mind. . . Never, When In Danger, Ask Yourself, What Will They Do To Me? Instead Think, What Can I Do To Prevent Them?