Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.