For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never Have Enough.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.