This Wasn't A Garden,' Said

I Have Often Repented Of Speech But Hardly Ever Of Silence.

The Moral Law Tells Us The Tune We Have To Play: Our Instincts Are Merely The Keys.

Love Anything And Your Heart Will Be Wrung And Possibly Broken. If You Want To Make Sure Of Keeping It Intact You Must Give It To No One, Not Even An Animal.

Wrong Will Be Right, When Aslan Comes In Sight, At The Sound Of His Roar, Sorrows Will Be No More, When He Bares His Teeth, Winter Meets Its Death, And When He Shakes His Mane, We Shall Have Spring Again.

Only Real Risk Passes The Reality Of Faith.