And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

Dreams, Indeed, Are Ambition; For The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream. And I Hold Ambition Of So Airy And Light A Quality That It Is But A Shadow's Shadow.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.