What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

What We Look For Does Not Come To Pass; God Finds A Way For What None Foresaw.