I'm not a health freak. I just work out every day.
Armour. . . is part of a state of mind. . . in which you admit the possibility. . . of being hit.
Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.
If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.
There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I’ve earned it. I’ve deserved it. I’ve sought it out. Such is my punishment.
The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.
The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.
It is not the self -critical who reveals his humility ( for does not everyone have some how to put up with himself? ). Rather, it is the man who continues to love the person who has criticized him.
Knowledge is power. Power to do evil. . . or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
Unless we agree to suffer we cannot be free from suffering.
Percy scowled. "I-I know you. " Nico raised his eyebrows. "Do you?