The Strong Are So Stupid.

Pathos, Piety, Courage, They Exist, But Are Identical, And So Is Filth. Everything Exists, Nothing Has Value.

The Bully And His Victim Never Quite Forget Their First Relations.

It Was Unbearable, And He Thought Again, 'how Unhappy I Am!' And Became Happier.

God Is Not Love In The East. He Is Power, Although Mercy May Temper It.

She Would Only Point Out The Salvation That Was Latent In His Own Soul, And In The Soul Of Every Man. Only Connect! That Was The Whole Of Her Sermon. Only Connect The Prose And The Passion, And Both Will Be Exalted, And Human Love Will Be Seen At Its Height. Live In Fragments No Longer. Only Connect, And The Beast And The Monk, Robbed Of The Isolation That Is Life To Either, Will Die.