The voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.
Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.
What are wits for unless a man uses them?
Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired