Intelligent Men Are Cruel. Stupid Men Are

You Can't Wait For Inspiration. You Have To Go After It With A Club.

He Had No Conscious Knowledge Of Death, But Like Every Animal Of The Wild, He Possessed The Instinct Of Death. To Him It Stood As The Greatest Of Hurts. It Was The Very Essence Of The Unknown; It Was The Sum Of The Terrors Of The Unknown, The One Culminating And Unthinkable Catastrophe That Could Happen To Him, About Which He Knew Nothing And About Which He Feared Everything.

But I Am I. And I Won't Subordinate My Taste To The Unanimous Judgment Of Mankind

Where Others Have Hearts, He Carries A Tumor Of Rotten Principles.

He Was A Killer, A Thing That Preyed, Living On The Things That Lived, Unaided, Alone, By Virtue Of His Own Strength And Prowess, Surviving Triumphantly In A Hostile Environment Where Only The Strong Survive.