Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds

Hope Has As Many Lives As A Cat Or A King.

And When The Echoes Had Ceased, Like A Sense Of Pain Was The Silence.

The Laws Of Nature Are Just, But Terrible. There Is No Weak Mercy In Them. Cause And Consequence Are Inseparable And Inevitable.

For 'tis Sweet To Stammer One Letter Of The Eternal's Language; - On Earth It Is Called Forgiveness!

Saint Augustine! Well Hast Thou Said, That Of Our Vices We Can Frame A Ladder, If We Will But Tread Beneath Our Feet Each Deed Of Shame.