Tis e'er the lot of the innocent in the world, to fly to the wolf for succor from the lion.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
The Bible is not man's word about God, but God's word about man.
Is man a savage at heart, skinned o'er with fragile Manners? Or is savagery but a faint taint in the natural man's gentility, which erupts now and again like pimples on an angel's arse?
Self knowledge is always bad news.
A curious thing about written literature: It is about four thousand years old, but we have no way of knowing whether four thousand years constitutes senility or the maiden blush of youth.