Great men often are like great trees, in reaching for the sky they climb ever higher, paying no heed to the comforting shade they provide below.

People always said I was far to much of loner to ever lead anything perhaps, But I am a firm believer that you judge a man by the company he keeps, in that regard I prefer the company of books and ideas and the enlightened men behind them.

Every man who takes the breathe of life, has conflict written for him. A boy makes his conflict about power and the school yard his battlefield he will be a bully, yet mere meters away another man makes war against ignorance and the classroom his front line, he emerges the teacher. It is the great separator of men, not race, nor class but what he fights for and where he stages it.

It is liars that tend to be the loudest, for their words must reach the back of rooms. Honest men in my experience by nature are quiet, for their words need not concern itself with the size of venues, the power of their words of an honest man come not from the volume of which they are spoken but from truth.Where falsehoods are limited by acoustics, the truth however, can be heard across centuries even as whispers.

Deep men are not unlike deep waters, a calm surface concealing whatever troubles and turmoil that lurk underneath.

Love will make men of beasts, lust however will most certainly make beasts of men.

Houses I find are commonly haunted by the memory of the dead, men however are more often than not haunted by the memory of the living.

Men have always died. In dying they take nothing, so it was a man gives, what he leaves behind that defines him, each man building upon his predecessors legacy. Long forgotten ancestors left us an identity, a name. In taking a name Forefathers pass on lands and property.the men of this era are no different. In being given wealth and lands they ought to aspire and build, leave behind a world, a better one.