I Speak Not Of Men's

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

I Learned To Love Despair.

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.