Prophets Have A Way Of Dying By

The Gift Of Words Is The Gift Of Deception And Illusion.

I Must Not Fear. Fear Is The Mind-killer. Fear Is The Little-death That Brings Total Obliteration. I Will Face My Fear. I Will Permit It To Pass Over Me And Through Me. And When It Has Gone Past I Will Turn The Inner Eye To See Its Path. Where The Fear Has Gone There Will Be Nothing. Only I Will Remain.

Balance Is What Distinguishs A People From A Mob.

There Is No Escape - We Pay For The Violence Of Our Ancestors.

Any Man Who Retreats Into A Cave Which Has Only One Opening Deserves To Die.