To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As

No Good Water Comes From A Muddy Spring. No Sweet Fruit Comes From A Bitter Seed.

But Because Their Ancestors Were Men Of Righteousness, Shall We Consent To The Abuses Of Their Degenerate Descendants? Because They Did Us A Great Good, Would We Be Guilty If We Prevented Them From Doing Us Evil?

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

Dying People Don't Need Medicine, The Ones Who Remain Do.

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.