Back is that part of the body to which your friend directs his remarks when he tells you the truth.

The Back is a smooth surface composed of skin and bones which stretches between Land's End and John O'Groat's.

The Back is that part of the body where the cunning insert the knife, as opposed to the front which is preferred by the guileless

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.