I Am Not Sure Whether Ethical Absolutes

Death Tripped Down The Corridor, Changing Step, Struck Out Here And There, Danced Pirouettes; Often I Felt His Breath On My Face When He Was Miles Away; Often I Fell Asleep And Dreamed While He Stood Leaning Over My Bed.

If Power Corrupts, The Reverse Is Also True; Persecution Corrupts The Victims Though Perhaps In Subtler And More Tragic Ways.

One Of The Tests Of A Theory Is That, Once Grasped, It Appears Self-evident.

God Seems To Have Left The Receiver Off The Hook And Time Is Running Out.

Prometheus Is Reaching Out For The Stars With An Empty Grin On His Face.