What Is It That You Love In

I Am A Law Only For My Kind, I Am No Law For All.

The Thought Is Merely A Sign, As The Word Is Merely A Sign For The Thought.

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

Men Inadvertently Comport Themselves With Nobility When They Have Grown Accustomed To Wanting Nothing From Others And Always Giving To Them.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.