The Voices Of Cold Reason Were Talking,

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

Of All The Reports That Fly About The World, Ill News Is The Surest Of All To Arrive!

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

Nothing Is More Pleasing And Engaging Than The Sense Of Having Conferred Benefits. Not Even The Gratification Of Receiving Them.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.