Good But Rarely Came From Good Advice.

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.