I was driven on by. . A force which I see today as something alien to my normal life. . . so I have been no more than a medium as it were.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
If people see your weaknesses they will take advantage of them.
Some are less giving, others are more reticent and you actually have to create for them. Others have within them the next step.
Though I know that he had something to do with the attack simulation, and with all those deaths, I find it difficult to pair those actions with the man I see in front of me. I wonder if this is how it is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likeable as good men.
The spirit of the individual is determined by his dominating thought habits.