Time Is An Illusion-to Orators.

The Ineffable Joy Of Forgiving And Being Forgiven Forms An Ecstasy That Might Well Arouse The Envy Of The Gods.

If We Cannot Be Powerful And Happy And Prey On Others, We Invent Conscience And Prey On Ourselves.

There Is A Joy In Going Without Things, A Fine Tang In Eliminating The Superfluous.

Faith Is The Effort To Believe What Your Common Sense Tells You Is Not True.

The Cure For Grief Is Motion.