Before The Curse Of Statistics Fell Upon

For No One, In Our Long Decline, So Dusty, Spiteful And Divided, Had Quite Such Pleasant Friends As Mine, Or Loved Them Half As Much As I Did.

Time After Time Mankind Is Driven Against The Rocks Of The Horrid Reality Of A Fallen Creation. And Time After Time Mankind Must Learn The Hard Lessons Of History-the Lessons That For Some Dangerous And Awful Reason We Can't Seem To Keep In Our Collective Memory.

I Put My Pencil Upon The Paper, Doubtfully, And Drew Little Lines, Considering My Theme. But I Would Not Long Hesitate In This Manner, For I Knew That All Creation Must Be Chaos First, And Then Gestures In The Void Before It Can Cast Out The Completed Thing.

The Moment A Man Talks To His Fellows He Begins To Lie.

Whatever Happens, We Have Got The Maxim Gun, And They Have Not.