To Be A Saint Is The Exception;

Work Is The Law Of Life, And To Reject It As Boredom Is To Submit To It As Torment.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.

The Pupil Dilates In Darkness And In The End Finds Light, Just As The Soul Dilates In Misfortune And In The End Finds God.

You Ask Me What Forces Me To Speak? A Strange Thing; My Conscience.

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.