How Can One Ever Do Anything Nobly

Any Coward Can Fight A Battle When He's Sure Of Winning.

The Intensest Form Of Hatred Is That Rooted In Fear.

In Every Parting There Is An Image Of Death.

The Devil Tempts Us Not--'tis We Tempt Him, Reckoning His Skill With Opportunity.

Enveloped In A Common Mist, We Seem To Walk In Clearness Ourselves, And Behold Only The Mist That Enshrouds Others.