Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?

The Thorns Which I Have Reap'd Are Of The Tree I Planted; They Have Torn Me, And I Bleed. I Should Have Known What Fruit Would Spring From Such A Seed.

We Are All The Fools Of Time And Terror: Days Steal On Us And Steal From Us; Yet We Live, Loathing Our Life, And Dreading Still To Die.

What A Strange Thing Is Man! And What A Stranger Is Woman.