It Is We That Are Blind, Not

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

To Ruminate Upon Evils, To Make Critical Notes Upon Injuries, And Be Too Acute In Their Apprehensions, Is To Add Unto Our Own Tortures, To Feather The Arrows Of Our Enemies, To Lash Ourselves With The Scorpions Of Our Foes, And To Resolve To Sleep No More.

Women Do Most Delight In Revenge.

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.