Speak Not Against Anyone Whose

There Are Ignorant Priests And Ignorant People, Who Are All Too Ready To Cry Sorcery If A Woman Is Only A Little Wiser Than They Are!

Never Name The Well From Which You Will Not Drink.

Rome Was Mud And Smoky Skies; The Rank Smell Of The Tiber And The Exotically Spiced Cooking Fires Of A Hundred Different Nationalities. Rome Was White Marble And Gilding And Heady Perfumes; The Blare Of Trumpets And The Shrieking Of Market-women And The Eternal, Sub-aural Hum Of More People, Speaking More Languages Than Gaius Had Ever Imagined Existed, Crammed Together On Seven Hills Whose Contours Had Long Ago Disappeared Beneath This Encrustation If Humanity. Rome Was The Pulsing Heart Of The World.

The Older I Grow The More I Become Certain That It Makes No Difference What Words We Use To Tell The Same Truths.

And I Must Believe That Man Has The Power To Know The Right, To Choose Between Good And Evil And Know That His Choice Has Made A Difference.