The world today is not what it was one week ago. What will it be one week from now? One month from now? Nothing is written that cannot be changed. It is a small world, after all. We made it that way.

Human love is corrupted into the need to consume those closest to you.

The republic can only be led by a philosopher king with the wisdom to look after the needs of the many.

What I find fascinating is how love is considered a gift, a blessing, with no acceptance to the fact that it also binds and chokes and strangles.

Being good means nothing, unless you are willing to do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done.