What Better Can We Do

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Neither Prosperity Nor Empire Nor Heaven Can Be Worth Winning At The Price Of A Virulent Temper, Bloody Hands, An Anguished Spirit, And A Vain Hatred Of The Rest Of The World.

Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

First Moloch, Horrid King, Besmirched In Blood, Of Human Sacrifice, And Parent's Tears, Though, For The Noise Of Drums And Timbrels Loud, Their Childrens' Cries Unheard, That Passed Through Fire, To His Grim Idol.