We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

It Is An Easy Thing For One Whose Foot Is On The Outside Of Calamity To Give Advice And To Rebuke The Sufferer.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

No One Can Count The Terrors That The Earth Spawns, Catastrophic, Gruesome, And The Vast Arms Of The Sea Swarm With Brute Monsters Bent On Harm, And Everywhere Between The Sky And Ground Lights Bloom By Day In Flares And Sudden Bolts; And Birds And Beasts Alike Can Tell Of The Whirlwind's Whirling Wrath.

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.