There Is No Crime Of Which I

As Beauteous Is The World, And Many A Joy Floats Through Its Wide Dominion. But, Alas, When We Would Seize The Winged Good, It Flies.

A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A Character In The World's Torrent.

Each One Of Us Must Carry Within The Proof Of Immortality, It Cannot Be Given From Outside Of Us. To Be Sure, Everything In Natureis Change But Behind The Change There Is Something Eternal.

Money Lost, Something Lost. Honor Lost, Much Lost. Courage Lost, Everything Lost-better You Were Never Born

A Judge Who Cannot Punish, In The End Associates Themselves With The Criminal.