I Am Terrified Of Being Bored.

I Trust We Shall Never Be Reduced To The Painful Extremity Of Seeking The Aid Of Mirabeau.

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.