The Tale Of The Divine

O The Anguish Of That Thought That We Can Never Atone To Our Dead For The Stinted Affection We Gave Them, For The Light Answers We Returned To Their Plaints Or Their Pleadings, For The Little Reverence We Showed To That Sacred Human Soul That Lived So Close To Us, And Was The Divinest Thing God Had Given Us To Know!

People Glorify All Sorts Of Bravery Except The Bravery They Might Show On Behalf Of Their Nearest Neighbors.

We Are All Apt To Believe What The World Believes About Us.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.

Men Outlive Their Love, But They Don’t Outlive The Consequences Of Their Recklessness.