Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!