In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The

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

An Audience Of Twenty Thousand, Sitting On Its Hands, Could Not Have Produced Such An Echoing Silence.

True Friends Share Everything, Except The Past Before They Met.

Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.