A Single Word Often Betrays

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.