If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!