My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.