A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?

You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew

Every sin is the result of collaboration

A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation