Your Bitter Memories Still Have Time To

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

Hatred Is Blind; Rage Carries You Away; And He Who Pours Out Vengeance Runs The Risk Of Tasting A Bitter Draught.

Dantes Passed Through All The Stages Of Torture Natural To Prisoners In Suspense. He Was Sustained At First By That Pride Of Conscious Innocence Which Is The Sequence To Hope; Then He Began To Doubt His Own Innocence, Which Justified In Some Measure The Governor's Belief In His Mental Alienation; And Then, Relaxing His Sentiment Of Pride, He Addressed His Supplications, Not To God, But To Man. God Is Always The Last Resource. Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

In Love, Writing Is Dangerous, Not To Mention Pointless.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.