Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their

We Do Not Want To Think. We Do Not Want To Hear. We Do Not Care About Anything. Only Give Us A Good Dinner And Plenty Of Money, And Let Us Outshine Our Neighbors. There Is The Nineteenth Century Gospel.

Excess Always Carries It's Own Retributions.

Dishonor Is Like The Aaron's Beard In The Hedgerows; It Can Only Poison If It Be Plucked.

Emulation Is Active Virtue; Envy Is Brooding Malice.

Youth Without Faith Is A Day Without Sun.