Pride Ruined The Angels.

Every Man Who Would Do Anything Well, Must Come To It From A Higher Ground.

Far Off, Men Swell, Bully, And Threaten; Bring Them Hand To Hand, And They Are Feeble Folk.

Is There A Difference? Yes. We Are In Harmony With Nature, But Never At Peace.

I See Not Any Road Of Perfect Peace Which A Man Can Walk But After The Counsel Of His Own Bosom.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me.