He That Writeth In Blood And Proverbs

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

Many A One Cannot Loosen His Own Fetters, But Is Nevertheless His Friend's Emancipator.