[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.

Fear, True Fear, Is A Savage Frenzy. Of All The Insanities Of Which We Are Capable, It Is Surely The Cruelest. There Is Naught To Equal Its Drive, And Naught Can Survive Its Thrust.

The Devil, You See, Is That Friend Who Never Stays With Us To The End.

A Thought Which Does Not Result In An Action Is Nothing Much, And An Action Which Does Not Proceed From A Thought Is Nothing At All.

There Is Nothing That God Hates So Much As A Liar.

[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.