“Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.”
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Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
There are times when even the most potent governor must wink at transgression, in order to preserve the laws inviolate for the future.
Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, - for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it - not in a set way and ostentatiously, though, but incidentally and without premeditation.
Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?
