Kings never lie. They demand that the world be mistaken...

Breaking enemies, not bread, makes brothers...

If war does not kill the woman in us, it kills the man....

Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills...

One cannot assume the truth of what on declares without presuming the falsity of all incongruous declarations. Since all men assume the truth of their declarations, this presumption becomes at best ironic and at worst outrageous. Given the infinity of possible clamis, who could be so vain as to think their dismal clamis to be true? The tragedy, of course, is that we cannot make declarations. So it seems we must speak as Gods to converse as Men.