On Every Parable You Ride To Every

The Wheel And The Brake Have Different Duties, But Also One In Common: To Hurt One Another.

One Man Runs To His Neighbor Because He Is Looking For Himself, And Another Because He Wants To Loose Himself. Your Bad Love Of Yourselves Makes Solitude A Prison For You.

Sometimes We Remain True To A Cause Simply Because Its Opponents Are Unfailingly Tasteless.

The Christian Church Is An Encyclopedia Of Prehistoric Cults.

Nothing Can Be Done About It: Every Master Has But A Single Pupil--and He Will Not Stay Loyal To Him--for He Is Also Destined To Become A Master.