Doubt grew only in the fertile darkness of solitude

Wait!" said Erbrechen, suddenly feeling jovial. "I change my mind. Never shite again. Ever. Anywhere."It was a small thing, but of such small things were life's joys truly made. The thought, he knew, would keep him smiling for days."The world is a comedy, intoned Erbrechen, tittering, "and each must play his fart.

I was sane once. It was horrible.

Today's truth will be tomorrow's lie and you will be left questioning your own sanity.

Redemption. What a laughable concept. When he looked over his life, he couldn't see where he had first stepped off the righteous path. More important, had he even ever laid a single foot on that path?

The borders of man, defined by politics, war, and faith - all three manifestations of delusion - meant even more to gods.

For all Wichtig spoke of trust, he trusted no one. For all he spoke of wisdom, he learned nothing. Every word he uttered was done so with an eye toward manipulation.

The mirror ever lies.

Getting rid of a truth makes us wiser than getting hold of a delusion