Hatred Is Blind; Rage Carries

Hatred Is Blind; Rage Carries You Away; And He Who Pours Out Vengeance Runs The Risk Of Tasting A Bitter Draught.

Love Is The Most Selfish Of All The Passions.

Ah," Said The Jailer, "do Not Always Brood Over What Is Impossible, Or You Will Be Mad In A Fortnight.

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.

Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.