If It's To Be, It's Up To

All Reformers, However Strict Their Social Conscience, Live In Houses Just As Big As They Can Pay For.

Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On The Bottled Essence Of Our Past Behavior.

Most People Sell Their Souls, And Live With A Good Conscience On The Proceeds.

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

We Grow With Years More Fragile In Body, But Morally Stutter, And Can Throw Off The Chill Of A Bad Conscience Almost At Once.