Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.

When A Child Is Born The Mother Also Is Born Again.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.