* * * * *

Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon.

* * * * *

If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes
grinning at us.

* * * * *

The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a
feather.

* * * * *

My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be
done.

* * * * *

Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an
ant hill.

* * * * *

The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe
the truth.