Every Man Should Have Laws Of His

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

But Paying Is Part Of The Game Of Life: It Is The Joy Of Buying That We Crave.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

Man Is Born In A Day, And He Dies In A Day, And The Thing Is Easily Over; But To Have A Sick Heart For Three-fourths Of One's Lifetime Is Simply To Have Death Renewed Every Morning; And Life At That Price Is Not Worth Living.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.