Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.