Less Shame A Greater Fault Would Palliate.

The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame Of Earth Are But A Wind, That In The Same Direction Lasts Not Long.

At The Midpoint On The Journey Of Life, I Found Myself In A Dark Forest, For The Clear Path Was Lost.

In His Will, Our Peace.

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!