It Was Not The Thorn Bending To

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.

Treachery And Violence Are Spears Pointed At Both Ends; They Wound Those Who Resort To Them Worse Than Their Enemies.

How Strange! I Thought, Though Everybody Hated And Despised Each Other, They Could Not Avoid Loving Me.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

If I Could I Would Always Work In Silence And Obscurity, And Let My Efforts Be Known By Their Results.