He Was Suffering From The Loss Of

But They Were Fated To Misunderstand Each Other.

...it Is Human Nature, I Suppose, To Be Futile And Ridiculous.

Thirstily He Set It To His Lips, And As Its Cool Refreshment Began To Soothe His Throat, He Thanked Heaven That In A World Of Much Evil There Was Still So Good A Thing As Ale.

When All Is Said, A Man's Final Judgment Of His Fellows Must Be Based Upon His Knowledge Of Himself

To Do What You Imply Would Require Nothing Short Of Divine Intervention. You Must Change Man, Not Systems.