My Dear Fellow, Who Will Let You?"

There Are Only Two Means By Which Men Can Deal With One Another: Guns Or Logic. Force Or Persuasion. Those Who Know That They Cannot Win By Means Of Logic, Have Always Resorted To Guns.

The View That Man Was Ever To Be Drawn By Some Vision Of The Unattainable Shining Ahead, Doomed Ever To Aspire, But Not To Achieve, My Life And My Values Could Not Bring Me To That.

And Now I See The Face Of God, And I Raise This God Over The Earth, This God Whom Men Have Sought Since Men Came Into Being, This God Who Will Grant Them Joy And Peace And Pride. This God, This One Word: 'i.

It's Not A Question Of Who Will Allow Me To Do It, It's A Question Of Who Will Stop Me.

I Swear, By My Life And My Love Of It, That I Will Never Live For The Sake Of Another Man, Nor Ask Another Man To Live For Mine.