The Appetite Is Sharpened By

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

For Myself I Think That One Wrong Does Not Right The Other, And Forgiveness Cannot Be Won With Useless Tears Or Alms To The Church.

Your Enemies Hate You More Than They Hate Your Ideas. Should You Want A Project To Be Undone Propose It. Even If It Were As Useful As A Bishop's Mire It Would Be Rejected. Once You Are Defeated Let The Humblest-looking Among You Sponsor It And Your Enemies To Humble You Will Approve It.

It Is A Useless Life That Is Not Consecrated To A Great Ideal. It Is Like A Stone Wasted On The Field Without Becoming A Part Of Any Edifice.

No One Has A Monopoly Of The True God, Nor Is There A Nation Or Religion That Can Claim, Or At Any Rate Prove, That It Has Been Given The Exclusive Right To The Creator Or Sole Knowledge Of His Being.