But Courage Without Conduct Is The Virtue

Power Is The Test. Some, Once They Have It, Are Content To Buy The Show Of Liking, And Punish Those Who Withhold It; Then You Have A Despot. But Some Keep A True Eye For How They Seem To Others, And Care About It, Which Holds Them Back From Much Mischief.

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

Everything Is Change; And You Cannot Step Twice Into The Same River.