Not One False Man But

Men's Hearts Ought Not To Be Set Against One Another, But Set With One Another And All Against Evil Only.

If I Had My Way, The World Would Hear A Pretty Stern Command - Exit Christ.

The Barrenest Of All Mortals Is The Sentimentalist.

To Me The Universe Was All Void Of Life, Of Purpose, Of Volition, Even Of Hostility; It Was One Huge, Dead, Immeasurable Steam-engine, Rolling On, In Its Dead Indifference, To Grind Me Limb From Limb. Oh Vast Gloomy, Solitary Golgotha, And Mill Of Death! Why Was The Living Banished Thither Companionless, Conscious? Why, If There Is No Devil; Nay, Unless The Devil Is Your God?

A Good Book Is The Purest Essence Of A Human Soul.