Cowardice Is The Most Terrible Of Vices.

The Procurator Studied The New Arrival With Avid, And Slightly Fearful Eyes. It Was The Kind Of Look One Gives Someone One Has Heard Of And Thought A Lot About, And Whom One Is Meeting For The First Time.

There Is No Greater Misfortune In The World Than The Loss Of Reason.

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

Everything Passes Away-suffering,pain, Blood, Hunger,pestilence. The Sword Will Pass Away Too, But The Stars Will Remain When The Shadows Of Our Presence And Our Deeds Have Vanished From The Earth. There Is No Man Who Does Not Know That. Why, Then, Will We Not Turn Our Eyes Toward The Stars? Why?

Manuscripts Don't Burn.