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.

Loneliness is not necessarily cured by company — society is no comfort to one not sociable.

Loneliness is corrupting — Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

Loneliness is often a result of people building walls and not bridges.

Loneliness is a feeling that is created by our ego. The ego feels separate from the rest of creation.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

Memory is the treacherous ally of invention.

Memory is the purveyor of reason.

Memory is the friend of wit,