The May Of Life Blooms Once And

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.

Our Safety Is Not In Blindness, But In Facing Our Dangers.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.