What Men Call Luck Is The Prerogative

We Look At Death Through The Cheap-glazed Windows Of The Flesh, And Believe Him The Monster Which The Flawed And Cracked Glass Represents Him.

Truth Is Quite Beyond The Reach Of Satire. There Is So Brave A Simplicity In Her That She Can No More Be Made Ridiculous Than An Oak Or A Pine.

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.

He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The Knowing.

Truth Forever On The Scaffold, Wrong Forever On The Throne.