How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.

All Tragedies Deal With Fated Meetings; How Else Could There Be A Play? Fate Deals Its Stroke; Sorrow Is Purged, Or Turned To Rejoicing; There Is Death, Or Triumph; There Has Been A Meeting, And A Change. No One Will Ever Make A Tragedy - And That Is As Well, For One Could Not Bear It - Whose Grief Is That The Principals Never Met.

It Is Bitter To Lose A Friend To Evil Before One Loses Him To Death.

All Men Seek Esteem; The Best By Lifting Themselves, Which Is Hard To Do, The Rest By Shoving Others Down, Which Is Much Easier.

Death Was The Price Of Life.