What Are Man's Truths Ultimately? Merely His

The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is Another Enemy.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

There Are Slavish Souls Who Carry Their Appreciation For Favors Done Them So Far That They Strangle Themselves With The Rope Of Gratitude.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.