The Wavering Mind Is But A Base

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.

A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter, A Man, Is Easier To Deal With Than The Clever Type Who Holds Her Tongue.

Doth Some One Say That There Be Gods Above? There Are Not; No, There Are Not. Let No Fool, Led By The Old False Fable, Thus Deceive You. Look At The Facts Themselves, Yielding My Words, No Undue Credence: For I Say That Kings Kill, Rob, Break Oaths, Lay Cities Waste By Fraud, And Doing Thus Are Happier Than Those, Who Live Calm Pious Lives Day After Day. All Divinity Is Built-up From Our Good And Evil Luck.