I Have No Name: I

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

In The Universe, There Are Things That Are Known, And Things That Are Unknown, And In Between, There Are Doors.

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.