Deed Done Is Well Begun.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.

Justice Does Not Descend From Its Own Pinnacle.

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

I, Answering In The End, Began: 'alas, How Many Yearning Thoughts, What Great Desire, Have Lead Them Through Such Sorrow To Their Fate?