Certainly, It Is Heaven Upon Earth, To

I Do Not Believe That Any Man Fears To Be Dead, But Only The Stroke Of Death.

Then Bless Thy Secret Growth, Nor Catch At Noise, But Thrive Unseen And Dumb; Keep Clean, Be As Fruit, Earn Life, And Watch, Till The White-wing'd Reapers Come.

To Suffering There Is A Limit; To Fearing, None.

Aristotle... A Mere Bond-servant To His Logic, Thereby Rendering It Contentious And Well Nigh Useless.

A Just Fear Of An Imminent Danger, Though Be No Blow Given, Is A Lawful Cause Of War.