Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

We Term Sleep A Death By Which We May Be Literally Said To Die Daily; In Fine, So Like Death, I Dare Not Trust It Without My Prayers.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.