How Often It Is That The Angry

Historians Exercise Great Power And Some Of Them Know It. They Recreate The Past, Changing It To Fit Their Own Interpretations. Thus, They Change The Future As Well.

There Exists A Limit To The Force Even The Most Powerful May Apply Without Destroying Themselves. Judging This Limit Is The True Artistry Of Government. Misuse Of Power Is The Fatal Sin.

The Summer Night Comes Brooding Down On Earth, As Love Comes Brooding Down On Human Hearts, With Bliss That Hath No Utterance Save Rich Tears. She Floats In Fragrance Down The Smiling Dark, Foldeth A Kiss Upon The Lips Of Life-- Curtaineth Into Rest The Weary World-- And Shuts Us In With All Our Hid Delights.

What Do You Despise? By This Are You Truly Known.

He Who Controls The Spice Controls The Universe.