It's Very Painful To Be In Debt.

Well-timed Silence Is The Most Commanding Expression.

One Is Attracted To Beauty. Beauty Is The Coordination Of Things, In Such A Way, That It Is What Attracts You. It's Almost Self-defining.

We Launch Our Souls From The Cannons Of Art And Discipline, And On Any One Night, Hovering Over The Chimney Tops Of Europe, Halfway To The Stars, There Are Armies Of Brightly Spinning Spirits That Have Risen Like Fireworks, Tethered To The Souls Of Those Men And Women Who, By Reflection, Mortification, And Devotion, Effortlessly Outdazzle Kings.

Such A Thing As The Child Left Alone To Die In The Hallway Was Unknown On The Marsh. But Here, In The Dawn, Was Mortality Itself. In The City Were Places To Fall From Which One Could Never Emerge -- Dark Dreams And Slow Death, The Death Of Children, Suffering Without Grace Or Redemption, Ultimate And Eternal Loss. The Memory Of The Child Stayed With Him. But That Was Not To Be The End Of It, For Reality Went Around In A Twisting Ring. Even The Irredeemable Would Be Redeemed, And There Was A Balance For Everything. There Had To Be.

Why Do You Think Great Leaders And Great Orations Are Coincident With Wars, Revolutions, And The Founding Or Ending Of Governments And States? Common Interests Then Are So Clear That Speeches Are Effortlessly Drawn, But At Present Neither The Facts Nor The Consequences Are Sufficiently Clear To Make Oratory Legitimate. This Is The Kind Of War That Will Wind On And Make Fools Of Its Partisans And Opponents Both.