Hurt, He'll Never Be Hurt--he's Made To

When We Are Dead : It Is The Living Only Who Cannot Be Forgiven The Living Only From Whom Men's Indulgence And Reverence Are Held Off, Like The Rain By The Hard East Wind .

[it Is Easier] To Quell Emotion Than To Incur The Consequences Of Venting It.

One Soweth And Another Reapeth Is A Verity That Applies To Evil As Well As Good.

It's Never Too Late To Be Who You Were Meant To Be.

That Sort Of Reputation Which Precedes Performance [is] Often The Larger Part Of A Man's Fame.