Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

You Learn Nothing About Someone By The Way They Win The Fight, You Learn Everything About The Way They Lose And Keep Coming Back.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.