Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

'Great news! bloody news!' cried a newsman; The Devil said, 'Stop, let me see!' 'Great news? bloody news?' thought the Devil; 'The bloodier the better for me.'

They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity.

At this good news, so great The Devil's pleasure grew, That, with a joyful swish, he rent The hole where his tail came through.

You never can tell when you do an act Just what the result will be; But with every deed you are sowing a seed, Though the harvest you may not see. Each kindly …

What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.

We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so little scar. ...Nothing we …