The More I Know, The More Sure

Christ, It's So Good To Be Alive.

Blackthorne, Beside The Gates, Was Still Turmoiled By His Boundless Joy At Her Reprieve And He Remembered How His Own Will Had Been Stretched That Night Of His Near-seppuku, When He Had Had To Get Up As A Man And Walk Home As A Man Unsupported, And Became Samurai. And He Watched Her, Despising The Need For This Courage, Yet Understanding It, Even Honoring It.

Isn't Man But A Blossom Taken By Wind, And Only The Mountains And The Sea And The Stars And This Land Of The Gods Everlasting?

.., By Universal Custom, Your Enemy Is Never More Polite Than When He Is Planning Or Has Planned Your Destruction.

Anger Is Something You Should Only Vent In Front Of Intimates, And Friends And Relations. Never Be Angry In Front Of Strangers Because You Lose Face.