I believe most things can be said in a few lines.
When you're truly awesome, you know that it's actually a burden and wish day after day to be relieved of such a curse. Think of about 95% of the superheroes.
Frequent risk-takers have had their fair shares of failures and successes, hence, being confident in reaching their goals, they will usually seem insensitive to whether or not they look foolish or cool to other people.
For the believer, humility is honesty about one's greatest flaws to a degree in which he fearless about truly appearing less righteous than another.
I only seem negative to the fortunate. That's because I show the less fortunate that they aren't less fortunate after all.
Your love is as stable as you are: It's not about how good a person makes you feel, but rather what good you can do for them.
If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.
I get really upset seeing my friends who are mums crying because they feel like they're not good enough. Clever, confident, kind young women all going, 'I'm ruining my child's life.
This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
If you're aware of injustice, you can either ignore it, say there is nothing you can do about it, complain about it and not do anything, or put your energies into doing something about it.
My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.