As A General Rule, A Reputation Is

The Sky Over Patusan Was Blood-red, Immense, Streaming Like An Open Vein. An Enormous Sun Nestled Crimson Amongst The Treetops, And The Forest Below Had A Black And Forbidding Face.

There Is A Taint Of Death, A Flavour Of Mortality In Lies.

We Can Never Cease To Be Ourselves.

A Man's Most Open Actions Have A Secret Side To Them.

The Conquest Of The Earth... Is Not A Pretty Thing When You Look Into It Too Much. What Redeems It Is The Idea Only... Not A Sentimental Pretence But An Idea.