The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up

We Are Now Courts Of Equity, And Must Decide The Thing According To All The Rights.

The Eighth Commandment Was Not Made For Bards.

Falsehood Is Fire In Stubble; It Likewise Turns All The Light Stuff Around It Into Its Own Substance For A Moment, One Crackling Blazing Moment, And Then Dies; And All Its Converts Are Scattered In The Wind, Without Place Or Evidence Of Their Existence, As Viewless As The Wind Which Scatters Them.

What Is One Man's Gain Is Another's Loss.

Silence Does Not Always Mark Wisdom.