There Is No Sure Foundation Set On

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.