We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

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.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.