Thought Precedes Action As Lighting Does Thunder.

Twelve Dancings Are Dancing, And Taking No Rest, And Closely Their Hands Together Are Press'd; And Soon As A Dance Has Come To A Close, Another Begins, And Each Merrily Goes.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

Sleep Is Good, Death Is Better; But Of Course, The Best Thing Would To Have Never Been Born At All.

Wherever They Burn Books They Will Also, In The End, Burn Human Beings.

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.