Our Deeds Are Fetters That We Forge

Our Passions Do Not Live Apart In Locked Chambers But Dress In Their Small Wardrobe Of Notions, Bring Their Provisions To A Common Table And Mess Together, Feeding Out Of The Common Store According To Their Appetite.

We Have All Our Secret Sins; And If We Knew Ourselves We Should Not Judge Each Other Harshly.

One Soweth And Another Reapeth Is A Verity That Applies To Evil As Well As Good.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

Friendships Begin With Liking Or Gratitude- Roots That Can Be Pulled Up.