It's Easier To Swoon In Pious Dreams

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

We Moderns Do Not Believe In Demigods, But Our Smallest Hero We Expect To Feel And Act As A Demigod.

Pleasures, Riches, Honor And Joy Are Sure To Have Care, Disgrace, Adversity And Affliction In Their Train. There Is No Pleasure Without Pain, No Joy Without Sorrow. O The Folly Of Expecting Lasting Felicity In A Vale Of Tears, Or A Paradise In A Ruined World.

The Searcher's Eye Not Seldom Finds More Than He Wished To Find.

The Gift Of Prayer Is Not Always At Our Command.