Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence, and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my mortal foe!

There are many who would take my time. I shun them.

I find greater companionship in inert figures, animals and Speechless artifacts, for I can enjoy their presence and there is no psychic drain.

Good news is only really good to those directly involved. Most people lead such futile and useless lives that only bad news makes them feel better. If not better, certainly gooder. If one cannot gain recognition for anything else, he can rest well with the assurance that he is "good", which in most case equates with "right".

I visualize the day that tridents and pentagrams are thrust into the sky from church roofs instead of crosses.

Unfortunately for a multitude of occultists, humor is a rare ingredient in their lives. In fact it is their very lack of humor that has impelled them into the arcane and esoteric.

You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can.