Every Parting Gives A Foretaste Of Death,

Apart From Man, No Being Wonders At Its Own Experience.

Vengeance Taken Will Often Tear The Heart And Torment The Conscience.

The Scenes And Events Of Long Ago, And The Persons Who Took Part In Them, Wear A Charming Aspect To The Eye Of Memory, Which Sees Only The Outlines And Takes No Note Of Disagreeable Details. The Present Enjoys No Such Advantage, And So It Always Seems Defective.

It's The Niceties That Make The Difference Fate Gives Us The Hand, And We Play The Cards.

Every Hero Is A Samson. The Strong Man Succumbs To The Intrigues Of The Weak And The Many; And If In The End He Loses All Patience He Crushes Both Them And Himself.