The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks

Mia Maz Glanced Aside In Concern At His Muffled Snort. "are You All Right?" "yes. Sorry," He Whispered. "i'm Just Having An Attack Of Limericks." Her Eyes Widened, And She Bit Her Lip; Only Her Deepening Dimple Betrayed Her. "shhh," She Said, With Feeling.

Cecil Flashed A Grin. "quite. Plus Your Rather Irritating Habit Of Treating Your Superior Officers As Your, Ah..." Cecil Paused, Apparently Groping Again For Just The Right Word. "equals?" Miles Hazarded. "cattle," Cecil Corrected Judiciously.

I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I Can Grieve For You, Or With You. I Can Share Your Pain. But I Cannot Judge You.

War Is Not Its Own End, Except In Some Catastrophic Slide Into Absolute Damnation. It's Peace That's Wanted. Some Better Peace Than The One You Started With.

In Mysticism, Knowledge Cannot Be Separated From A Certain Way Of Life Which Becomes Its Living Manifestation. To Acquire Mystical Knowledge Means To Undergo A Transformation; One Could Even Say That The Knowledge Is The Transformation. Scientific Knowledge, On The Other Hand, Can Often Stay Abstract And Theoretical. Thus Most Of Today’s Physicists Do Not Seem To Realize The Philosophical, Cultural And Spiritual Implications Of Their Theories.