The Warrior Prophet

"Ignorance is Trust."

"Duty measures the distance between the animal and the divine."

"The proposition "I am the centre" need never be uttered. It is the assumption upon which all certainty and all doubt turns."

"See your enemies content and your lovers melancholy."

"No decision is so fine as to not bind us to its consequences. No consequence is so unexpected as to absolve us of our decisions. Not even death."

"Why must I conquer you ask? War makes clear. Life or Death. Freedom or Bondage. War strikes the sediment from the water of life."

"When shields become crutches, and swords become canes, some hearts are put to rout. When wives become plunder, and foes become thanes, all hope has guttered out."

"Sleep, when deep enough, is indistinguishable from vigilance."

"All men are greater than dead men."

"One can look into the future, or one can look at the future. The latter is by far the more instructive."

"Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human."

"How does one learn innocence? How does one teach ignorance? For to be them is to know them not. And yet they are the immovable point from which the compass of life swings, the measure of all crime and compassion, the rule of all wisdom and folly. They are the Absolute."

"If all human events possess purpose, then all human deeds possess purpose. And yet when men vie with men, the purpose of no man comes to fruition: the result always falls somewhere in between. The purpose of deeds, then, cannot derive from the purposes of men, because all men vie with all men. This means the deeds of men must be willed by something other than men. From this it follows that we are all slaves. Who then is our Master?"

"What is practicality but one moment betrayed for the next?"

"Though you lose your soul, you shall win the world."

"Men are forever pointing at others, which is why I always follow the knuckle and not the nail."

"A day with no noon, A year with no fall, Love is forever new, Or love is not at all."

"It is the difference in knowledge that commands respect. This is why the true test of every student lies in the humiliation of his master."

"Where the holy take men for fools, the mad take the world."

"Men never resemble one another so much as when asleep or dead."

"In terror, all men throw up their hands and turn aside their faces. Remember, Tratta, always preserve the face! For that is where you are."

"The Poet will yield up his stylus only when the Geometer can explain how Life can at once be a point and a line. How can all time, all creation, come to the now? Make no mistake: this moment, the instant of this very breath, is the frail thread from which all creation hangs. That men dare to be thoughtless ..."

"To piss across water is to piss across your reflection."

"What vengeance is this? That he should slumber while I endure? Blood douses no hatred, cleanses no sin. Like seed, it spills of its own volition, and leaves naught but sorrow in its wake."

"... and my soldiers, they say, make idols of their swords. But does not the sword make certain? Does not the sword make plain? Does not the sword compel kindness from those who kneel in its shadow? I need no other God."

"The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God by analogy to principles and so worship Him in the form of Love or Truth. But the wise think the God not at all. They know that thought, which is finite, can only do violence to the God, who is infinite. It is enough, they say, that the God thinks them."

"... for the sin of the idolator is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others."

"For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty."

"Like many old tyrants, I dote upon my grandchildren. I delight in their tantrums, their squealing laughter, their peculiar fancies. I willfully spoil them with honey sticks. And I find myself wondering at their blessed ignorance of the world and its million grinning teeth. Should I, like my grandfather, knock such childishness from them? Or should I indulge their delusions? Even now, as death's shadow pickets gather about me, I ask, Why should innocence answer to the world? Perhaps the world should answer to innocence ... Yes, I rather like that. I tire of bearing the blame."

"For men, no circle is ever closed. We walk ever in spirals."

"They strike down the weak and call it justice. They ungird their loins and call it reparation. They bark like dogs and call it reason."

"What is the meaning of a deluded life?"