How Much An Ill Word May Empoison

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.