What Happened Between Those Two Beings? Nothing.

He Had Slipped, Climbed, Rolled, Searched, Walked, Persevered, That Is All. Such Is The Secret Of All Triumphs.

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

One Of The Hardest Labours Of The Just Man Is To Expunge From His Soul A Malevolence Which It Is Difficult To Efface.

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.