I Almost Die For Food, And Let

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.