The Mountain Cannot Frighten One

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

Regarded In Isolation, An Idea May Be Quite Insignificant, And Venturesome In The Extreme, But It May Acquire Importance From An Idea Which Follows It; Perhaps, In A Certain Collocation With Other Ideas, Which May Seem Equally Absurd, It May Be Capable Of Furnishing A Very Serviceable Link.