Pain Is No Evil, Unless

These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words We Should Know No More Of Each Other's Hearts And Thoughts Than The Dog Knows Of His Fellow Dog....for, If You Will Consider, You Always Think To Yourself In Words, Though You Do Not Speak Them Aloud; And Without Them All Our Thoughts Would Be Mere Blind Longings, Feelings Which We Could Not Understand Ourselves.

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!

[the] Great Fairy Science, Who Is Likely To Be Queen Of All The Fairies For Many A Year To Come, Can Only Do You Good, And Never Do You Harm.

Love Is Sentimental Measles.

I Have Fought My Fight, I Have Lived My Life, I Have Drunk My Share Of Wine; From Trier To Coln There Was Never A Knight Led A Merrier Life Than Mine.