There Is No Better Deliverance From The

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

Our Modern Wars Make Many Unhappy While They Last And None Happy When They Are Over.

When Two People Are Really Happy About One Another One Can Generally Assume They Are Mistaken.

The Hero Draws Inspiration From The Virtue Of His Ancestors.

To Appear At Church Every Sunday; To Look Down Upon, And Let Himself Be Looked At For An Hour By The Congregation, Is The Best Means Of Becoming Popular Which Can Be Recommended To A Young Sovereign.