It Seems That Fighting Is A Game

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

Magic Is Older Than Writing. So Nobody Knows How It Started.

We Must Learn To Be Honest With Ourselves, And Know Our Shortcomings. We Will Acquire Cohesion But We Will Pay Dearly For Being A Slow Pupil.

I Have Known The Joy And Pain Of Friendship. I Have Served And Been Served. I Have Made Some Good Enemies For Which I Am Not A Bit Sorry. I Have Loved Unselfishly, And I Have Fondled Hatred With The Red-hot Tongs Of Hell. That's Living.

All My Skinfolk Ain't Kinfolk.