Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.