There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.