There Is No Knife That

Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their Tears From Those Of Saints; But No Bad Man Ever Laughed Sweetly Yet.

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

The Fire Of True Enthusiasm Is Like The Fires Of Baku, Which No Water Can Ever Quench, And Which Burn Steadily On From Night To Day, And Year To Year, Because Their Well-spring Is Eternal.

Petty Laws Breed Great Crimes.