God Is Love? Not Bloody Likely.

The Domination Of Nature Leads To The Domination Of Human Nature.

Literary Critics, Like A Herd Of Cows Or A School Of Fish, Always Face In The Same Direction, Obeying That Love For Unity That Every Critic Requires.

Beware Of Your Wishes: They Will Probably Come True.

We Know This Apodictic Rock Beneath Our Feet. That Dogmatic Sun Above Our Heads. The World Of Dreams, The Agony Of Love And The Foresight Of Death. That Is All We Know. And All We Need To Know? Challenge That Statement.

Civilization, Like An Airplane In Flight, Survives Only As It Keeps Going Forward.