He Who Bears The Brand Of Cain

I Can't Control What Life Did To Me, But I Can Control How I React. Therein Lies The Difference.

I Am Sorry To Have To Introduce The Subject Of Christmas. It Is An Indecent Subject; A Cruel, Gluttonous Subject; A Drunken, Disorderly Subject; A Wasteful, Disastrous Subject; A Wicked, Cadging, Lying, Filthy, Blasphemous And Demoralizing Subject. Christmas Is Forced On A Reluctant And Disgusted Nation By The Shopkeepers And The Press: On Its Own Merits It Would Wither And Shrivel In The Fiery Breath Of Universal Hatred; And Anyone Who Looked Back To It Would Be Turned Into A Pillar Of Greasy Sausages.

The Buried Truth Germinates And Breaks Through To The Light.

After Studying The Hungarian Language For Years, I Can Confidently Conclude That Had Hungarian Been My Mother Tongue, It Would Have Been More Precious. Simply Because Through This Extraordinary, Ancient And Powerful Language It Is Possible To Precisely Describe The Tiniest Differences And The Most Secretive Tremors Of Emotions.

We Educate One Another; And We Cannot Do This If Half Of Us Consider The Other Half Not Good Enough To Talk To.