Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

Happy Are All Free Peoples, Too Strong To Be Dispossessed. But Blessed Are Those Among Nations Who Dare To Be Strong For The Rest!

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.

This Race Is Never Grateful: From The First, One Fills Their Cup At Supper With Pure Wine, Which Back They Give At Cross-time On A Sponge, In Bitter Vinegar.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.