The Only Safe Enemy Was

I Have Known Many Gods. He Who Denies Them Is As Blind As He Who Trusts Them Too Deeply. I See Not Beyond Death. Let Me Live While I Live; Let Me Know The Rich Juices Of Red Meat And Stinging Wine On My Palate, The Hot Embrace Of White Arms, The Mad Exultation Of Battle When The Blue Blades Flame And Crimson, And I Am Content. I Know This: If Life Is An Illusion, Then I Am No Less Than An Illusion, And Being Thus, The Illusion Is Real To Me. I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, And Am Content.

While We May Open The Books Of The Past, We May But Grant Flying Glances Of The Future, Through The Mist That Veils It.

But The Idea Of A Man Making His Living By Writing Seemed, In That Hardy Environment, So Fantastic That Even Today I Am Sometimes Myself Assailed By A Feeling Of Unreality.

Aye, You White Dog, You Are Like All Your Race; But To A Black Man Gold Can Never Pay For Blood.

I'm Not Going Out Of My Way Looking For Devils; But I Wouldn't Step Out Of My Path To Let One Go By.