Quotes from Compton Gage

Justice is about harmony... revenge is about you making yourself feel better.

Anger does not change the fact. The will to take control is everything.

All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.

Your whole being is deeply troubled- personified the vision of a child's purity, lost in the wilderness of an ever-unchanging and imperfect world.

Loneliness is your only companion.

Only dead surpasses the sufferings

Many are they that rise up against you. Many there be which say of your soul, ''There is no help for you.'' But the instruments of death is prepared for your cause.

You have not escaped his notice either- you are here by 'a call' not by choice.

To be a great warrior is not enough. Flesh and blood, however skilled, can be destroyed... you must be more than just a man in minds of your opponents.

It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.

Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.

There is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, 'See, this is new?' it had been already of old time, which was before us.

Patience! It is not how quickly you run, but how slowly.

You are created invisible spiritually, and invisibility is largely a matter of patience.

We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

To conquer fear, you must become fear - you must bask in the fear of the BOOK... and men fear most what they cannot see- The Power of the Book is spiritual.

Death does not wait for you to be ready.

Death is not considerate, or fair.

Today, death is your opponent.

It is not enough to be a man.

My grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the desert.

What is my strength, that I should hope? Is my strength the strength of stone? Or is my flesh of brass? Is not my help in me.

One generation passes away, and another generation cometh forth: but the earth abides for ever.