Those Whom We Most Love Are Often

The Monsters Of The Mind Are Far Worse Than Those That Actually Exist.

These Books Are My Friends, My Companions.

The Name, His True Name, Was Weaker And More Flawed Than He Would Have Liked, And He Hated Himself For That, But There Was Also Much To Admire Within It, And The More He Thought About It, The More He Was Able To Accept The True Nature Of His Self. He Was Not The Best Person In The World, But Neither Was He The Worst.

Perhaps Not One Religion Contains All Of The Truth Of The World. Perhaps Every Religion Contains Fragments Of The Truth, And It Is Our Responsibility To Identify Those Fragments And Piece Them Together.

The Deeds Of The Children Are A Testament To The Upbringing They Received From Their Parents.