Author of quotes: Abraham Merritt

... his power was based on lies. And the power can not be stronger than something on which it is based.

- ... women make men gods, then to love them, and no woman loves God, if he was not created by it, Salamu!

... The gods strong. Therefore, they do not need agility and cunning. They cut off the shoulder - and get their way. This is contrary to the laws of beauty, I agree, but this is the right path. But man, not having the power of gods, is forced to resort to cunning and deceit. And therefore man is capable of greater evil than God. The weakness forcing him to Dodge. And gods, you can blame only one - that they not endowed us with his power.

Three things people value above all else. Ultimately, they are the man himself. They are all connected to each other, but all different. Is the soul of man, his personality and his life. By the soul, I mean the invisible and unknown in the essence, which is so valuable to the religion, considering it is immortal, that may be true, but may not be. Under personality I mean the ego, the brain, which says - I am who I am, pantry, seeker of new experiences. Life does not need to be identified.

... I'm not a coward - but death fills me with horror. If I knew that it was inevitable, I would be looking at her face quietly. But I think it is the eternal darkness, oblivion, destruction. Something in me recoils from it, shrinks in horror, in disgust. Kirkham, I love life.

It may be true that thoughts have a shell that strong emotions and the desire to leave behind something tangible, it remains, lives somewhere where it can be called, to Wake, to let to scour the world, and when there is someone obsessed with the same desires, they almost materialists take their place.

... I exist to amuse. Just for the sake that I remain in a world which, when all is done and said, the entertainment in one form or another is the only objective, the only thing that made life bearable.

Life, James Kirkham, it's a long game between two ruthless players such as birth and death. All men and all women play in it, although most of them are bad players. Every man and every woman at least once there is a desire for which they voluntarily gave a soul - and often lives. But life is such a rough game, at random driven, if not controlled, and with such confusing, conflicting and tasteless rules.