The Highest Price We Can Pay For

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Other Offences, Even The Greatest, Are The Violation Of One Law: Despotism Is The Violation Of All.

The Heart That Once Has Been Bathed In Love's Pure Fountain Retains The Pulse Of Youth Forever.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

God Made The Rose Out Of What Was Left Of Woman At The Creation. The Great Difference Is, We Feel The Rose's Thorns When We Gather It; And The Other's When We Have Had It For Some Time.