Fancy Tortures More People Than Does Reality

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.

One Must Pray First, But Afterwards One Must Help Oneself. God Does Not Care For Cowards.

The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into The Hands Of Brass. The Sensitive Herb Is Eaten As Grass By The Swine.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.