First they are foreigners, then they become immigrants and finally they are acknowledged as British. Generations later, first they are British, then they hate immigrants, and blame all the foreigners.

It's not a weakness to be honest. It takes strength to tell the truth. Just like it's not a weakness to forgive. It takes strength to love and understand those that do you wrong.

History is as dark and as mucky as cement. However, we need it, as without it, we cannot build great things for the future.

If life was just, I'd be at my own funeral, just so I could say goodbye to family, friends and loved ones. The biggest party of my life and I won't be there to celebrate it. I feel violated and robbed. Darn you world.

If all I ever did was sit around, waiting for someone else's approval or permission to do something, do you know what I would have accomplished in my life? Very little.

If I spend my life worrying about the tiny bacteria on the sides or the sugars on a croissant, I may as well not live at all as I'd be living in a world of paranoia. Death is inevitable. Deal with it and be happy.

If you can't beat em, join em.... and then beat em.

When presented with the opportunity to either stand by once good principles that now facilitate harm or adapt to change by abandoning principles in order to put an end to harm, why on earth would anyone choose to stick by their principles?

Remember those who forget you so it can never be forgotten.

My dream is to live in a world where human beings are not stratified according to nationality, skin colour, gender or their finances but stratified according to their sense of morality.