The Searcher's Eye Not Seldom Finds More

When The Heart Dares To Speak, It Needs No Preparation.

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship

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

With A Clear Sky, A Bright Sun, And A Gentle Breeze, You Will Have Friends In Plenty; But Let Fortune Frown, And The Firmament Be Overcast, And Then Your Friends Will Prove Like The Strings Of The Lute, Of Which You Will Tighten Ten Before You Find One That Will Bear The Stretch And Keep The Pitch.

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.