It Is The Evil That Lies In

It Is The Evil That Lies In Ourselves That Is Ever Least Tolerant Of The Evil That Dwells Within Others.

Do We Not All Spend The Greater Part Of Our Lives Under The Shadow Of An Event That Has Not Yet Come To Pass?.

Happiness Will Never Be Any Greater Than The Idea We Have Of It.

Once At A Potent Leader's Voice I Stayed; Once I Went Back When A Good Monarch Prayed; Mortals, Howe'er We Grieve, Howe'er Deplore, The Flying Shadow Will Return No More.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.