Sentimentality Is Unearned Emotion.

Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

We Are An Unfortunate Priest-ridden Race And Always Were And Always Will Be Tell The End Of The Chapter.... A Priest-ridden Godforsaken Race.

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.