I Don't Want Power. I Just Object

If The Truth Doesn't Save Us, What Does That Say About Us?

Cecil Flashed A Grin. "quite. Plus Your Rather Irritating Habit Of Treating Your Superior Officers As Your, Ah..." Cecil Paused, Apparently Groping Again For Just The Right Word. "equals?" Miles Hazarded. "cattle," Cecil Corrected Judiciously.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

History Does Not So Much Repeat As Echo, I Suppose.

Most People Go Through Their Whole Lives Without Killing Anybody. False Argument.