Were There No Desire There Would Be

It Is A Characteristic Of The Weak And Criminal To Attribute To Others The Misfortunes That Are The Result Of Their Own Wickedness.

I Shall Have To Believe Even Though I Cannot Understand.

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

Even Brave Men, And D'arnot Was A Brave Man, Are Sometimes Frightened By Solitude.

I Loved Her. I Still Love Her, Though I Curse Her In My Sleep, So Nearly One Are Love And Hate, The Two Most Powerful And Devasting Emotions That Control Man, Nations, Life.