I Do Think, Half Of What We

When You Give Each Other Everything, It Becomes An Even Trade. Each Wins All.

Your Reverence, I Do Not Hate Any Man In This World Enough To Inflict The Results Of My Prayers Upon Him.

Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The Irresponsible.

The Good Face Pain. But The Great? They Embrace It.

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.