... If Fiction Does Not

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

One Should Not Run On A New Road.

All Revolutions Are Treason Until They Are Accomplished.

Death Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Sun Never Sets; Life Never Ceases. ... We Think The Sun Sets, And It Never Ceases Shining; We Think Our Friends Die, And They Never Cease Living.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?