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Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

You'll Never Get To Be A Saint If You Deny The Bit Of The Devil In You.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation From Birth. Neither Heroes Nor Cowards Can Escape It.