You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.
Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
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