The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother,

Each Time We Love,we Turn A Nearer And A Broader Markto That Keen Archer, Sorrow, And He Strikes.

There Is No Ghost So Difficult To Lay As The Ghost Of An Injury.

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.

A Man Can Bear A World's Contempt When He Has That Within Which Says He's Worthy. When He Contemns Himself, There Burns The Hell.