Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

Writer speaks a stench.

Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.