If your words're true, they're armed.

Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

... in a cycle as old as tribalism, ignorance of the Other engenders fear; fear engenders hatred; hatred engenders violence; violence engenders further violence until the only "rights", the only law, are whatever is willed by the most powerful.

Courage is the highest quality for a soldier, but technology is a fine substitute.

I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.

Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!