Seeming cruelty can bring beauty. Pain purifies and leads to peace.
When an honest man says nothing, you see his heart.
Cruelty must be met with cruelty.
Truce is the dying cry of the weak and the sick.
Sometimes, hearts are broken and they cannot be pieced together again.
All walls are built by men’s hands and they crumble by them as well.
“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”