The More We See The More We

It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer You.

A Man Who Does Not Lose His Reason Over Certain Things Has None To Lose.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.

The Searcher's Eye Not Seldom Finds More Than He Wished To Find.