Mercy, given freely once, becomes the only revolution that ever holds.

A revolution begins as justice and ends as the appetite that justice could not satisfy.

Revenge is patient; it spends a lifetime to repay a single afternoon.

Romance kills slowly when it is mistaken for an exit.

Madness is the price of insisting on a world more honorable than the one you were given.

Fear of contamination is the shape love takes when it cannot speak its name.

The monster is rarely what we create; it is what we abandon after creating it.

Beauty preserved is the most honest portrait of corruption.

Time keeps walking even when the house pretends to wait.

A single day, fully attended to, contains more than most lives ever notice.

A man can lose everything he caught and still keep the part of him that fishes.

A migration is what a nation does when it can no longer afford its own people.

Sometimes the most loving act is the one that breaks you to perform.

Civilization is the agreement adults make, and it lasts exactly until the supervision ends.

Your treasure is rarely where you started, but the journey teaches you what counted as treasure.

Empires arrive smiling and leave with the names of the gods you used to know.

The well is darker than the war, and the war is only the part of history that fits in a book.

Some doors open only when you stop trying to remember whose key you were given.

Even an emperor must remember he is mostly air, bone, and the brief privilege of attention.

Most of the time we mistake the quick answer for the right one and never check the math.