... The Evil That Comes Out Of

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

... The Evil That Comes Out Of Your Lips, Into Your Own Bosom Will Fall.

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

... Though Mathematics May Teach A Man How To Build A Bridge, It Is What The Scotch Universities Call The Humanities, That Teach Him To Be Civil And Sweet-tempered.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?