Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom no clock can...
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
When I tell the truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not...
I have the greatest sympathy with the growth of the socialist party. I think...
Captain Hale alone without sympathy or support save that from above on...
I didn't feel any remorse or sympathy if I injured a rival. I went over the...
