Little Other Than A Red

Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness; Even Virtue, Even Beauty Is Mysterious.

To Say That We Have A Clear Conscience Is To Utter A Solecism; Had We Never Sinned We Should Have Had No Conscience. Were Defeat Unknown, Neither Would Victory Be Celebrated By Songs Of Triumph.

The Eternal Stars Shine Out Again, So Soon As It Is Dark Enough.

Caution Is The Lower Story Of Prudence.

Doubt, Of Whatever Kind, Can Be Ended By Action Alone.