O God, how lovely still is life!
From the moment fear begins I have ceased to fear.
Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.
Truth lives on in the midst of deception.
What shall he fear that does not fear death.
Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.