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In fine, a life of good or evil, the hope of Heaven or the despair of Hell, Faustus stands as a reminder that the choice between these two absolutes also falls to us.

There are many forms of tyrants, but there are none so terrible as those stifling their own people in the name of freedom.

The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?

... love for our neighbours does not die the minute we enter heaven, it intensifies.

That's it. Love makes us all strong.

It__ not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it__ the most patriotic thing we can do.

Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they__e ratified into law.

An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Powerful to alleviate, to delay, to camouflage, though money is, in the end it lets us down.

I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might closeon my own peace, I wanted to closethe peace of my love in my heartlike dew in a dark rose."From "Philip Speaks

Since art is considered a noble field, art should be used to promote all that is good and noble, and in a noble fashion.

Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country? Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this.Socrates: How so, Plato?Plato: It is like reminding a baker he is a baker, or a sculptor he is asculptor.Socrates: You mean to say if someone is convinced of their trade, they haveno need to be reminded.Plato: That is correct.Socrates: I agree. If these citizens were convinced of their freedom, they would not need reminders.

There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.

... how terrible is the pain of the mind and heart when the freedom of mankind is suppressed!

They said I would never live. I lived. They said I would never think. I think. They said I would never walk. I walked. They said I would never dance, but I never danced anyway.

Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.

...it__ just another one of those things I don__ understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It__ an artist__ right to rebel against the world__ stupidity.