Thus Men Forgot That All

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

Although Wine When It Is Read Somewhat Lacks The Savour Of Wine When It Is Drunk, Wine Remains A Very Pleasant Thing Both To Read About And To Chat About.