Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

For Neither Good Nor Evil Can Last For Ever; And So It Follows That As Evil Has Lasted A Long Time, Good Must Now Be Close At Hand.

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.