The Dice Cannot Read Their Own Spots.

We’ve Lost Something Vital, I Tell You. When We Lost It, We Lost The Ability To Make Good Decisions. We Fall Upon Decisions These Days The Way We Fall Upon An Enemy—or Wait And Wait, Which Is A Form Of Giving Up, And We Allow The Decisions Of Others To Move Us. Have We Forgotten That We Were The Ones Who Set This Current Flowing?

Producing Perfection From Imperfection Is, After All, The Highest Of Art Forms.

Whether A Thought Is Spoken Or Not It Is A Real Thing And Has Powers Of Reality.

One Uses Power By Grasping It Lightly. To Grasp Too Strongly Is To Be Taken Over By Power, And Thus To Become Its Victim.

Law Always Chooses Sides On The Basis Of Enforcement Power. Morality And Legal Niceties Have Little To Do With It When The Real Question Is: Who Has The Clout?