"If two make peace with each other in this one house, they will say to the mountain, Move away, and it will move away."


THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour. But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death." It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence. It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade.

And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise -- then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood -- and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

A throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form. And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

(Edgar Allen Poe)



"Weak people never give way when they ought to."
(Cardinal de Retz)

"Man is of such ingenuity that he will bereave even you of your children. But in your case he will do it by means of rods and stones."
(Leonardo DaVinci)

"You wish to kill me because I am a frenchmen. Am I not punished enough in not being born an Englishman?"

"When the great lord passes, the wise peasant bows deeply and silently farts."

"Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth:But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy cell-phone, let him have thy cloak also. Whoever compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain."
(Jesus Christ, Matthew)

"Martydom is a messy, inexact tactic, and is as violent as the aggression it combats. For every famous martyr there are thousands more who have inspired neither a religion or a rebellion. If martydom does sometimes grant a certain power, it does so unpredictably."
(Robert Greene)

"What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it."
(Jiddu Krishnamurti)

"Don't take yourself so seriously."

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."
(Edgar Allen Poe)

Acting Bully

"When the power of boldness brought him success, he stuck to it, to the point where it became a pattern of violence and sadism. He lost the ability to tell when boldness was appropriate and when it was not."
(Robert Greene)

"A little more boldness on your part would put you both at ease. A reasonable man in love may act like a madman, but he should not and cannot act like an idiot."
(Ninon De Lenclos)

"I felt in a lot of instances I was deliberately being put through stress because when you're a guy who generates money, people have a vested interested in controlling you."
(Dave Chappelle)

"Success is usually the culmination of controlling failure."
(Sylvester Stallone)

"Touching the prickly nettle caused it to sting you. The next time you deal with a nettle, grasp it tightly, and it will do you no hurt. Do boldly what you do at all."

"Full of fear and distrust. Of all men I have ever seen, he was the most capable of falling into false steps, by the dread he had of falling into them; being in that like unto hares."
(Cardinal De Retz)

"Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening."
(Greta Garbo)

"Judging from his dauntless eyes and booming voice he is an uncommon man with a superhuman brain, worthy of my trust. I know money and I know men. Money often makes a man small, but a man like him makes big money. I am only glad to have helped a big man do big business."
(Ha Tae-Hung)

"My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them."
(Jack Kerouac)

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
(Edgar Allen Poe)