We Shall Perish By Guile Just As

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

But Let The Good Prevail.

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.