Man Cannot Be Uplifted; He

A Certain Alloy Of Expediency Improves The Gold Of Morality And Makes It Wear All The Longer.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

I Suppose The Human Race Is Doing The Best It Can But Hells Bells Thats Only An Explanation Its Not An Excuse.

An Optimist Is A Guy That Has Never Had Much Experience.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.