It Is Also The Pardonable Vanity Of

We Lie To One Another Every Day, In The Sweetest Way, Often Unconsciously. We Dress Ourselves And Compose Ourselves In Order To Present Ourselves To One Another.

Without A Pen In My Hand I Can't Think.

...also Took For Granted That Secret Services Were The Only Real Measure Of A Nations Political Health, The Only Real Expression Of Its Subconscious.

There Will Be No War, But In The Pursuit Of Principle No Stone Will Be Left Standing.

The Only Reward For Love Is The Experience Of Loving.