For it is only in accepting death that one can truly live, and for the human animal, death has always been the great black beast from the abyss to be dreaded or defeated or avoided or hated - but never looked upon clearly face to face.

All men are warriors. And life for everything in our universe is nothing but war.

Self-creation is the highest art.

We walk the brink of racial suicide because we were smart enough to make atomic bombs and stupid enough to use them.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

The way the universe evolves in consciousness of itself and causes itself to be. We are just this blessed consciousness, nothing more, nothing less. We are the light inside light that fuses into the atoms of our bodies; we are the fire that whirls across the stellar deeps and dances all things into being.

For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.