Truth Is Ever Incoherent, And When The

Faith, Like A Jackal, Feeds Among The Tombs, And Even From These Dead Doubts She Gathers Her Most Vital Hope.

Not One Man In Five Cycles, Who Is Wise, Will Expect Appreciative Recognition From His Fellows, Or Any One Of Them.

In Time Of Peril, Like The Needle To The Loadstone, Obedience, Irrespective Of Rank, Generally Flies To Him Who Is Best Fitted To Command.

There Are Some Enterprises In Which A Careful Disorderliness Is The True Method.

I Am Past Scorching; Not Easily Can’st Thou Scorch A Scar.