I Am Sustained By The Certainty That

Always, Beneath Every Apparent Chaos, Order Waits To Be Revealed.

Every Day We Make Our Way Through A Moral Forest, Along Pathways Ever Branching. Often We Get Lost. When The Array Of Paths Before Us Is So Perplexing That We Can't Make A Choice, Or Won't, We Can Hope That We Will Be Given A Sign To Guide Us. A Reliance On Signs, However, Can Lead To The Evasion Of All Moral Obligations, And Thus Earn A Terrible Judgment.

Evil Was Coming. I Wondered Whose Face It Would Be Wearing.

Only Once In A Generation Does Anything As Fresh As A Vomiting Detective Come Along.

Evil Men Often Easy To Mislead, Because They Have Spent So Long Deceiving That They No Longer Recognise The Truth And Mistake Deseption For It.