What? A Great Man? I Only Ever

At One Time Or Another, Almost Every Politician Needs An Honest Man So Badly That, Like A Ravenous Wolf, He Breaks Into A Sheep-fold: Not To Devour The Ram He Has Stolen, However, But Rather To Conceal Himself Behind Its Wooly Back.

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want Good From You. Verily, I Have Often Laughed At The Weaklings Who Thought Themselves Good Because They Had No Claws.

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

The Lie Is A Condition Of Life.

The Wheel And The Brake Have Different Duties, But Also One In Common: To Hurt One Another.