Ah! Devout Though I May Be, I

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At You.

Doubts Are More Cruel Than The Worst Of Truths.

Human Weakness Is To Desire To Know What One Does Not Want To Know.