Oh May I Join The Choir Invisible

Consequences Are Unpitying. Our Deeds Carry Their Terrible Consequences, Quite Apart From Any Fluctuations That Went Before—consequences That Are Hardly Ever Confined To Ourselves. And It Is Best To Fix Our Minds On That Certainty, Instead Of Considering What May Be The Elements Of Excuse For Us.

The Last Refuge Of Intolerance Is In Not Tolerating The Intolerant.

Love Is Frightened At The Intervals Of Insensibility And Callousness That Encroach By Little And Little On The Domain Of Grief, And It Makes Efforts To Recall The Keenness Of The First Anguish.

All Meanings, We Know, Depend On The Key Of Interpretation.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.