Sometimes The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Revenge Is The Naked Idol Of The Worship Of A Semi-barbarous Age.

The Splendors Of The Firmament Of Time May Be Eclipsed, But Are Extinguished Not; Like Stars To Their Appointed Height They Climb And Death Is A Low Mist Which Cannot Blot The Brightness It May Veil.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?

Fear Not For The Future, Weep Not For The Past.

The Babe Is At Peace Within The Womb, The Corpse Is At Rest Within The Tomb. We Begin In What We End.