The Beauty Of Poetry Is That The

God Is Certainly One. He Has No Second. He Is Unfathomable, Unknowable And Unknown To The Vast Majority Of Mankind.

We May Attack Systems. We Must Not Attack Men.

If We Are To Stand The Final Heat Of The Battle, We Must Learn To Stand Our Ground In The Face Of Cavalry Or Baton Charges And Allow Ourselves To Be Trampled Under Horses' Hooves, Or Be Bruised With Baton Charges.

My Heart Rebels Against Any Foreigner Imposing On My Country The Peace Which Is Here Called Pax-britannica.

Life Is One Indivisible Whole.