Shut Your Mouth; Open Your Eyes And

History Is A Story Written By The Finger Of God.

For A Long Time I Used To Think This A Silly, Straw-splitting Distinction: How Could You Hate What A Man Did And Not Hate The Man? But Years Later It Occurred To Me That There Was One Man To Whom I Had Been Doing This All My Life - Namely Myself.

The Longer We Stay In Hell, The More We Become Attached To It.

We Are What We Believe We Are.

We Were Made To Be Neither Cerebral Men Nor Visceral Men, But Men. Not Beasts Nor Angels But Men - Things At Once Rational And Animal.