Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.