Evidently The Merit Depends On The Result

Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness And Malice There Bloomed At Times Compassion, As A Pale Flower Blooms In A Putrid Marsh.

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.

In The Presence Of The Storm, Thunderbolts, Hurricane, Rain, Darkness, And The Lions, Which Might Be Concealed But A Few Paces Away, He Felt Disarmed And Helpless.

Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At It.