Reason Can Wrestle And Overthrow Terror.

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.

Dead Men Have No Victory.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.