Pity Is Cruel. Pity Destroys.

I Have Never Understood Why People Who Can Swallow The Enormous Improbability Of A Personal God Boggle At A Personal Devil.

Hope Was An Instinct Only The Reasoning Human Mind Could Kill. An Animal Never Knew Despair.

I've Caught Belief Like A Disease. I've Fallen Into Belief Like I Fell In Love.

It Is Always Of Interest To Know What Strikes Another Human Being As Remarkable.

Had Shakespeare Listened To The News Of Duncans Death In A Tavern Or Heard The Knocking On His Own Bedroom Door After He Had Finished The Writing Of Macbeth?