Time Deals Gently Only With Those Who

The More You Say, The Less They Remember.

God, Conquered, Will Become Satan; Satan, Conquering, Will Become God. May The Fates Spare Me This Terrible Lot; I Love The Hell Which Formed My Genius. I Love The Earth Where I Have Done Some Good, If It Be Possible To Do Any Good In This Fearful World Where Beings Live But By Rapine.

What We Call Strategy Is Mainly Just Crossing Rivers On Bridges And Passing Mountains Though Cols.

The Dog Is A Religious Animal. In His Savage State He Worships The Moon And The Lights That Float Upon The Waters. These Are His Gods To Whom He Appeals At Night With Long-drawn Howls.

The Faculty Of Doubting Is Rare Among Men. A Few Choice Spirits Carry The Germs Of It In Them, But These Do Not Develop Without Training.