The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In

Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting Ground Of All Minds That Have Lost Their Balance.

If It Is Thus, I Ask Emphatically Whence Comes This Thusness.

He Drew Forth A Phrase From His Treasure And Spoke It Softly To Himself: A Day Of Dappled Seaborne Clouds.

Death, A Cause Of Terror To The Sinner, Is A Blessed Moment For Him Who Has Walked In The Right Path.

The Men That Is Now Is Only All Palaver And What They Can Get Out Of You.