The Middle Of The Road Is Where

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.

Bounds Should Be Set To Ingenuity For Being So Cruel In Bringing Change Unheralded On The Unready.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.