An Excuse is often an admission of guilt — The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The Excuse is best kept simple — Several excuses are always less convincing than one.

An Excuse is often unwise — oftentimes a fault is made worse by the excuse.

An Excuse is a sign of guilt — He who excuses himself accuses himself.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Hope is one of those things that does not heal but it does allow us to suffer a little longer.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

Hope is found in contradiction.

Hope is not a great investment strategy.