Yesterday I Lived, Today I Suffer, Tomorrow

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

The Superstition In Which We Grew Up, Though We May Recognize It, Does Not Lose Its Power Over Us.-not All Are Free Who Make Mock Of Their Chains.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least Of All That Of Which The Intention Is So Clearly Evident.

The Real Beggar Is Indeed The True And Only King.

It Is Not I Who Die, When I Die, But My Sin And Misery.