Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is

All I Know Is That So Long I Am Asleep I Am Rid Of All Fears And Hopes And Toils And Glory, And Long Live The Man Who Invented Sleep, The Cloak That Covers All Human Thirst.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

It Takes All Sorts (to Make A World

Can We Ever Have Too Much Of A Good Thing?

True Valor Lies In The Middle Between Cowardice And Rashness.