The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!