The Man Who Tells Lies Hides The

I Wish We Could All Have Good Luck, All The Time! I Wish We Had Wings! I Wish Rain Water Was Beer!

A Belief Is Not Merely An Idea The Mind Possesses; It Is An Idea That Possesses The Mind.

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

This Account Of Him [thomas More] Developed As I Wrote: What First Attracted Me Was A Person Who Could Not Be Accused Of Any Incapacity For Life, Who Indeed Seized Life In Great Variety And Almost Greedy Quantities, Who Nevertheless Found Something In Himself Without Which Life Was Valueless And When That Was Denied Him Was Able To Grasp His Death.

Death Comes For Us All. Even For Kings He Comes.