Lucifer came to me in a dream last night. He tried to scare me, but I — of course — was unharmed

I’m trying to reduce the amount of typefaces around me to just a few

Am I doing my best? I hope not

I find it hard to read works of fiction as of late

Loving one’s enemies does not mean tolerating their actions

I’m not sure about the fate of humanity, but I am confident in myself

Translations are never perfect: they lack subtlety of hue, losing double meanings and speechly quirks

Most of my lift use goes like this

I work no matter what, because that’s what we, men, are supposed to do

Informing you, my treasured reader, on how to fund me, will leave us both better off in the long run