If we were to judge the United States by its penal policies, we would perceive a strange beast: a Christian society that believes in neither forgiveness nor redemption.

No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he's a dirty little beast.

A priest asked: What is Fate, Master?

And he answered:

It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence.

It is that which men in former times had to bear upon their backs.

It is that which has caused nations to build byways from City to City
upon which carts and coaches pass, and alongside which inns have come
to be built to stave off Hunger, Thirst and Weariness.

And that is Fate? said the priest.

Fate ... I thought you said Freight, responded the Master.

That's all right, said the priest. I wanted to know what Freight was
too.