No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

My Soul Is In The Sky.