The Dark Is Light Enough.

Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But In The Heart / Of All Right Causes Is A Cause That Cannot Lose.

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?