... Good And Evil Are So Interwoven

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

Mediocrity Is Always In A Rush; But Whatever Is Worth Doing At All Is Worth Doing With Consideration. For Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Doing Well What Anyone Can Do Badly.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

We Generally Get The Evil We Expect.