Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.