Children are resilient. No matter how they are battered, they have a way of thriving

[She] learned that justice could be cruel, and crueler yet necessity, but mercy was the cruelest thing of all. That would be useful to her

[He] had somehow grown up with a belief that unfairness was to be, not endured, but corrected. So when he saw injustice, he corrected it

They never noticed that he was in fact what they only pretended to be

Children always turn toward the light.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.