Once Lucky, Twice Confident, And Thrice Dead.

Faith And Feelings Are The Warm Marrow Of Evil. Unlike Reason, Faith And Feelings Provide No Boundary To Limit Any Delusion, Any Whim. They Are Virulent Poison, Giving The Numbing Illusion Of Moral Sanction To Every Depravity Ever Hatched. Faith And Feelings Are The Darkness To Reason’s Light. Reason Is The Very Substance Of Truth Itself. The Glory That Is Life Is Wholly Embraced Through Reason. In Rejecting It, In Rejecting Reason, One Embraces Death.

Knowledge Is A Destination. Truth, The Journey.

Do You Hate Me Because I Have Magic?" "of Course Not." "do You Love Me Despite My Magic?" He Thought A Minute. "no. I Love Everything About You, And Your Magic Is Part Of You. That Was How I Got Past The Confessor's Magic. If I Had Loved You Despite Your Power, I Wouldn't Have Been Accepting You For Who You Are. Your Magic Would Have Destroyed Me.

The Light Of A New Day Always Chases The Shadows Of The Night Away, And Shows Us That The Shape Of Our Fears Is Only The Ghost Of Our Own Minds.

I'd Rather Look A Fool Than Be Right And Fail To Act.