He Who Know Most Grieves

Hope Not Ever To See Heaven. I Come To Lead You To The Other Shore; Into The Eternal Darkness; Into Fire And Ice.

The Well Heeded Well Heard.

It May Be That A More Subtle Person Would Find For This Thing A Reason Of Greater Subtlety: But Such Is The Reason That I Find, And That Liketh Me Best.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?