Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed

Sarcasm I Now See To Be, In General, The Language Of The Devil; For Which Reason I Have Long Since As Good As Renounced It.

Why Tell Me That A Man Is A Fine Speaker, If It Is Not The Truth That He Is Speaking?

The Courage We Desire And Prize Is Not The Courage To Die Decently, But To Live Manfully.

Is Not Cant The Materia Prima Of The Devil, From Which All Falsehoods, Imbecilities, Abominations, Body Themselves, From Which No True Thing Can Come? For Cant Is Itself The Properly A Double-distilled Lie, The Second Power Of A Lie.

Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness; Even Virtue, Even Beauty Is Mysterious.