The best and worst of writing is that it could always be better.

Cometan

Never, should you, reveal all the dimensions of yourself.

No different from others of my age am I for I feel the pressures of the age in which I live: that of attraction, wealth and popularity.

No matter how horrible, painful and terrifying past events may be, they were meant to happen for a reason and from an origin beyond our comprehension.

No matter how quixotic, if you believe it to be your destiny, you must see it through.

No matter your religion, nationality, sexuality or appearance, we are as one; human.

No opinion is ever fact.

No other action provides me with as much fulfilment of faith than when I look up at the stars and wonders of all there is beyond our world.

Nobody else will ever truly understand for they cannot as they haven’t been chosen for this.

Not born royal or rich was I, but with a mind imaginative in all directions.

Nothing is a constant in our lives; not money, ambitions, people, or anything else, except you; yourself, alone.

Nothing is as it seems for we humans often look at something as we wish to see it, not as it actually is.

Nothing is ever simple in this world and is unlikely to be so in any other for that matter.

Nothing is more dangerous than contentment without progression.

Nothing, but a dream have I and so very precious it is to me.

Of beauteous minds have we; a mind’s imagine of what could be.

Of our world of war, we are ignorant of our insignificance in the universes.

Of same kin we and all creations are.

Often it is our greatest of achievements that receive so very little recognition.

Oh, but I do, I do owe the world my All, and so, that is what I shall give it.

Oh, if only I knew back when it begin what was going to happen…perhaps the pressure of knowing would have been too much to bear.