A good friend of my son`s is a son to me.
If you make it plain you like people, it`s hard for them to resist liking you back.
Adversity does teach who your real friends are.
You don`t pay back your parents. You can`t. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It`s a sort of entailment. Or if you don`t have children of the body, it`s left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one.
You couldn`t be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you`d been abused into affecting public humility.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.
Some men just aren`t cut out for paternity. Better they should realize it before and not after they become responsible for a son.
If power was an illusion, wasn`t weakness necessarily one also?
If the truth doesn`t save us, what does that say about us?
I take it as a man`s duty to restrain himself.
The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.