Somemenare Bornkings; And Someare Bornstatesmen. The Two

Words Are Only Postage Stamps Delivering The Object For You To Unwrap

Poverty Blights Whole Cities; Spreads Horrible Pestilences; Strikes Dead The Very Souls Of All Who Come Within Sight, Sound, Or Smell Of It

If Ever I Utter An Oath Again May My Soul Be Blasted To Eternal Damnation!

The Moment We Want To Believe Something, We Suddenly See All The Arguments For It, And Become Blind To The Arguments Against It.

Nietzche . . . He Was A Confirmed Life Force Worshipper. It Was He Who Raked Up The Superman, Who Is As Old As Prometheus; And The 20th Century Will Run After This Newest Of The Old Crazes When It Gets Tired Of The World, The Flesh, And Your Humble Servant.