You Cannot Demand Truth, And

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

I Have Always Known That The Best Of The Saracens Could Out-christian Many Of Us Christians.

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

They Sell Courage Of A Sort In The Taverns. And Another Sort, Though Not For Sale, A Man Can Find In The Confessional. Try The Alehouses And The Churches, Hugh. In Either A Man Can Be Quiet And Think.