First Of All, Be What You Are.

If Hell Has No Answer For The Questioning Dead, It Is Not Because It Refuses To Answer (for Rigorous, Alas, In Observance, Is The Imperishable Fire), But It Is Because Hell Has Nothing To Say, Will Say Nothing Eternally.

A Poor Man With Nothing In His Belly Needs Hope, Illusion, More Than Bread.

Justice In The Hands Of The Powerful Is Merely A Governing System Like Any Other. Why Call It Justice? Let Us Rather Call It Injustice, But Of A Sly Effective Order, Based Entirely On Cruel Knowledge Of The Resistance Of The Weak, Their Capacity For Pain, Humilation And Misery. Injustice Sustained At The Exact Degree Of Necessary Tension To Turn The Cogs Of The Huge Machine-for-the-making-of-rich-men, Without Bursting The Boiler.

God Ordains That Beggars Should Beg For Greatness, As For All Else, When Greatness Shines Out Of Them, And They Don't Know It.

A Large Number Of Suspects, Both Men And Women, Escaped Martial Law For Lack Of Any Shred Of Evidence Against Them On Which A Court-martial Could Convict. So They Began Setting Them Free In Groups, According To Their Birth-place. But Half-way, The Car-load Would Be Emptied Into A Ditch.