Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.
Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.
Rage with panache.
Amazing, the poisons I used to put in my body. I used to love it.
Whatever man uses without the fear of God, whatever he applies to the mere gratifying of his flesh, cannot fail to operate as a poison to the soul, however pleasant and salutary it may appear to be to the body.
The dose makes the poison.
Many have said of Alchemy, that it is for the making of gold and silver. For me such is not the aim, but to consider only what virtue and power may lie in medicines.
We live in a world that is filled with filth and sleaze, a world that reeks of evil. You cannot afford that filthy poison to touch you. Stay away from it. Avoid it.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
It's a terrible poison, writing.