There Is No Refuge From

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

He Came By A Leap To The Goal Of Purpose, Not By The Toilsome Steps Of Reason. On The Instant His Headlong Spirit Declared His Purpose: This Was The One Being For Him In All The World: At This Altar He Would Light A Lamp Of Devotion, And Keep It Burning Forever.

It's The People Who Try To Be Clever Who Never Are; The People Who Are Clever Never Think Of Trying To Be.

That Which Is Loved May Pass, But Love Hath No End.