When The Candles Are Out

The Richest Soil, If Uncultivated, Produces The Rankest Weeds.

Wickedness Is A Wonderfully Diligent Architect Of Misery, Of Shame, Accompanied With Terror, And Commotion, And Remorse, And Endless Perturbation.

Antagoras The Poet Was Boiling A Conger, And Antigonus, Coming Behind Him As He Was Stirring His Skillet, Said, "do You Think, Antagoras, That Homer Boiled Congers When He Wrote The Deeds Of Agamemnon?" Antagoras Replied, "do You Think, O King, That Agamemnon, When He Did Such Exploits, Was A Peeping In His Army To See Who Boiled Congers?

Do Not Speak Of Your Happiness To One Less Fortunate Than Yourself.

God Is The Brave Man's Hope, And Not The Coward's Excuse.