A Man Cannot Spend His Life Worrying

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

A Cynic By Experience, A Romantic By Inclination And Now A Hero By Necessity.

You May Think Life Is Sweet Now, But When Death Is A Heartbeat Away Then Life Becomes Unbearably Desirable. And When You Survive, Everything You Do Will Be Enhanced And Filled With Greater Joy: The Sunlight, The Breeze, A Good Wine, A Woman's Lips, A Child's Laughter.

When Healers Yearn To Kill Then Hope Begins To Die ... Evil Cannot Be Overcome By Evil.

The Nature Of A Coward Is To Avoid Death. If Such A Man Courts Peril There Can Be Only Two Reasons. Either He Is Not A Coward At All Or There Is No Danger.