Destiny Stands By Sarcastic With Our Dramatis

A Fool Or Idiot Is One Who Expects Things To Happen That Never Can Happen.

I Trust You As Holy Men Trust God; You Could Do Nought That Was Not Pure And Loving, Though The Deed Might Pierce Me Unto Death.

I Will To Make Life Less Bitter For A Few Within My Reach.

There Is A Sort Of Jealousy Which Needs Very Little Fire; It Is Hardly A Passion, But A Blight Bred In The Cloudy, Damp Despondency Of Uneasy Egoism.

To Judge Wisely, We Must Know How Things Appear To The Unwise.