Words spoken from spite corrode hearts, especially for the one talking.

The sacrifice of victory occurs years before the war begins. Once the battle starts it is too late.

A man's perspective is limited by the brevity of his existence. Even living deliberately, how far up can he reach? Standing on his minuscule patch of time, how far into the future can he see? How much of the past can one person truly understand?

Of his body the most vulnerable, and the easiest to attack, is the mind. Defeat your enemy's mind and you conquer their will to fight.

Adaptability and innovation are the root of victory. Chaos and fear are the birth of defeat.

The bells of defeat strike the unprepared.

If you cross the desert midday and call the sand cool, it will still burn your feet. To my thinking, the one who should feel foolish is the one who called the sand cool, not the sand itself. The sand will keep doing what it should be doing.

For me, it's too late,Don't suffer my fate.I once walked the earthInert to life's worth.Routine, my shield,I loathed foreign field.Too late did I wake upTo drink from life's cup.Be bold in life,Do not shun strife.Soon you will be hereAnd lost, all you hold dear.

Sometimes fighting against evil is not a choice, but an imperative.

Understanding how fragile the human experience is, and grasping your inevitable demise, if you allow it, will guide your life decisions and inspire you to a greater existence.