Joy Is The Best Of Wine.

Selfish— A Judgment Readily Passed By Those Who Have Never Tested Their Own Power Of Sacrifice.

A Man Falling Into Dark Waters Seeks A Momentary Footing Even On Sliding Stones.

Death Is The Only Physician, The Shadow Of His Valley The Only Journeying That Will Cure Us Of Age And The Gathering Fatigue Of Years.

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

I Am Not Imposed Upon By Fine Words; I Can See What Actions Mean.