Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.