Do Not Spread The Compost On The

But Yet, I Say, If Imputation And Strong Circumstances, Which Lead Directly To The Door Of Truth, Will Give You Satisfaction, You May Have It.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.