We Are All Deep In A Hell

Those Who Believe In Their Truth -- The Only Ones Whose Imprint Is Retained By The Memory Of Men -- Leave The Earth Behind Them Strewn With Corpses. Religions Number In Their Ledgers More Murders Than The Bloodiest Tyrannies Account For, And Those Whom Humanity Has Called Divine Far Surpass The Most Conscientious Murderers In Their Thirst For Slaughter.

Who Rebels? Who Rises In Arms? Rarely The Slave, But Almost Always The Oppressor Turned Slave.

Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain Shameless-ness.

The Multiplication Of Our Kind Borders On The Obscene; The Duty To Love Them, On The Preposterous.

Anyone Who Speaks In The Name Of Others Is Always An Impostor.