I Scrolled On Down To The Obituaries.

Sin Is Cruelty And Injustice, All Else Is Peccadillo. Oh, A Sense Of Sin Comes From Violating The Customs Of Your Tribe. But Breaking Custom Is Not Sin Even When It Feels So; Sin Is Wronging Another Person.

A Monarch's Neck Should Always Have A Noose Around It. It Keeps Him Upright.

An Animal So Poor In Spirit That He Won't Even Fight On His Own Behalf Is Already An Evolutionary Dead End; The Best He Can Do For His Breed Is To Crawl Off And Die, And Not Pass On His Defective Genes.

When You're Rich, You Don't Have Friends; You Just Have Endless Acquaintances.

Self Awareness Is Not Just A Bunch Of Amino Acids Bumping Together.