Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.