Those Who Have Nothing Can Share Nothing;

Love, Having Become A God, Becomes A Demon.

Pity Was Meant To Be A Spur That Drives Joy To Help Misery. But It Can Be Used The Wrong Way Round. It Can Be Used For A Kind Of Blackmailing. Those Who Choose Misery Can Hold Joy Up To Ransom, By Pity.

It Is When We Notice The Dirt That God Is Most Present In Us; It Is The Very Sign Of His Presence.

On The Back Of Satan's Neck Is A Nail Scarred Footprint.

Five Senses; An Incurably Abstract Intellect; A Haphazardly Selective Memory; A Set Of Preconceptions And Assumptions So Numerous That I Can Never Examine More Than A Minority Of Them - Never Become Even Conscious Of Them All.