The Worst Of Me Is Known, And

Appearance Rules The World.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.