Where The Way Is Hardest,

It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That Compels Us.

He Is Not Always At Ease Who Laughs.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

There Are Souls Beneath That Water. Fixed In Slimethey Speak Their Piece, End It, And Start Again:'sullen Were We In The Air Made Sweet By The Sun;in The Glory Of His Shining Our Hearts Poureda Bitter Smoke. Sullen Were We Begun;sullen We Lie Forever In This Ditch.'this Litany They Gargle In Their Throatsas If They Sand, But Lacked The Words And Pitch.