What Shall He Fear That Does Not

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.