A Crush's distinct tingly feeling is nothing other than common sense leaving your body.

A Crush is like the flu - it can only last for so long.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

Freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved.

Freedom is the power to choose our own chains.

Freedom is having the choice as to which prison he will live his life in.

Freedom is not the goal of history, but the material with which it works.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.