The Inability To Lie Is Far From

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

The Last Christian Died On A Cross.

I Am Not A Man, I Am Dynamite!

However Much We May Feel For The Misery Of Someone Close To Us, We Always Act With Some Artificiality In Their Presence. We Hold-back From Telling Them Everything We Think, Often Because We Do Not Genuinely Mean What We Say; Or Because We Take A Pleasure In Their Plight, Thankful That We Are Not Affected.

Whoever, At Any Time, Has Undertaken To Build A New Heaven Has Found The Strength For It In His Own Hell.