Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.

On one issue at least, men and women agree they both distrust women.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.