It Is No Use Lying To One's

What Ought A Man Be? Well, My Short Answer Is 'himself'.

To Live Is To War With Trolls In Heart And Woul. To Write Is To Sit In Judgement On Oneself.

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.

The Greatest Victory Is Defeat.

I'm Plotting Revolution Against This Lie That The Majority Has A Monopoly Of The Truth. What Are These Truths That Always Bring The Majority Rallying Round? Truths So Elderly They Are Practically Senile. And When A Truth Is As Old As That, Gentlemen, You Can Hardly Tell It From A Lie.