There's A Time For All Things.

You Take My House When You Do Take The Prop That Doth Sustain My House; You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

All Dark And Comfortless.

This Is A Gift That I Have, Simple, Simple; A Foolish Extravagant Spirit Full Of Forms, Figures, Shapes, Objects, Ideas, Apprehensions, Motions, Revolutions; These Are Begot In The Ventricle Of Memory, Nourished In The Womb Of Pia Mater, And Delivered Upon The Mellowing Of Occasion.