Success Is A Very Hideous Thing. Its

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

One Of The Hardest Labours Of The Just Man Is To Expunge From His Soul A Malevolence Which It Is Difficult To Efface.

The Most Ferocious Animals Are Disarmed By Caresses To Their Young.

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

A Tempest Ceases, A Cyclone Passes Over, A Wind Dies Down, A Broken Mast Can Be Replaced, A Leak Can Be Stopped, A Fire Extinguished, But What Will Become Of This Enormous Brute Of Bronze?