A Lie Would Have No Sense Unless

The Goal Of The Human Soul Is Conquest, Perfection, Security, Superiority.

What Person, Confined In A Small Room With Nothing But A Tea-cosy, Will Not Eventually Put The Tea-cosy On Their Head?

Play Is A Child's Work And This Is Not A Trivial Pursuit.

Men Of Genius Are Admired, Men Of Wealth Are Envied, Men Of Power Are Feared; But Only Men Of Character Are Trusted.

Follow Your Heart But Take Your Brain With You.