Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

There is no vengeance as terrible as the vengeance a coward plots in the dark of his heart.

. . .and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers' description. I don't see how they could survive their own insanity. But it's not impossible that human beings are incapable of interpreting a power so much greater than themselves. Maybe religions are twisted and perverted shadows of truth. Maybe there are forces which shape the world. I myself have never understood why, in a universe so vast, a god would care about something so trivial as worship or human destiny.