I question all things. As I stand before the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: Lo and behold; all this is fraud! Compton
You have strength born of years of grief and anger... The strength of a man denied revenge.
If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.
Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.
It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.