An Audience Of Twenty Thousand,

Death Was The Price Of Life.

In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

Never Destroy Without Thought Your Enemy's Pretences; They Are Usually Your Best Weapon Against Him.