The Heart Of Wisdom Is Tolerance.

I Was Needed, But I Myself Did Not Need. I Had Followers, But Not Allies, And Only Now Do I Understand The Difference. And It Is Vast.

The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

Morality Was Not Relative, They Claimed, Nor Even Existing Solely In The Realm Of Human Condition. No, They Proclaimed Morality Was An Imperative Of All Life, A Natural Law That Was Neither The Brutal Acts Of Beasts Nor The Lofty Ambitions Of Humanity, But Something Other, Something Unassailable

War Has Its Necessities...and I Have Always Understood That. Always Known The Cost. But, This Day, By My Own Hand, I Have Realized Something Else. War Is Not A Natural State. It Is An Imposition, And A Damned Unhealthy One. With Its Rules, We Willingly Yield Our Humanity. Speak Not Of Just Causes, Worthy Goals. We Are Takers Of Life.

So You Say, With Your Shiny Hair And Pouty Lips - And Those Breasts - Just Wait Till You Start Dropping Whelps, They'll Be At Your Ankles One Day, Big As They Are - Not The Whelps, The Breasts. The Whelps Will Be In Your Hair - No, Not The Shiny Hair On Your Head, Well, Yes, That Hair, But Only As A Manner Of Speech.