Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

I Do Not Believe That I Am Made Of The Stuff Which Constitutes Heroes, Because, In All Of The Hundreds Of Instances That My Voluntary Acts Have Placed Me Face To Face With Death, I Cannot Recall A Single One Where Any Alternative Step To That I Took Occurred To Me Until Many Hours Later.

Clothes Therefore, Must Be The Insignia Of The Superiority Of Man Over All Other Animals, For Surely There Could Be No Other Reason For Wearing The Hideous Things

I Do Not Think That I Am Ever Overconfident. I Am Merely Wholly Confident, And I Maintain That There Is All The Difference In The World There.

Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me A Beast; For, Man Or Beast, I Am Yours.

Exsistance Is Not The Cure It Is The Problem