Tragedy Is Clean, It Is

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.