To Live Is Not Breathing It Is

The Passions Are The Voice Of The Body.

All That Time Is Lost Which Might Be Better Employed.

Days Of Absence, Sad And Dreary, Clothed In Sorrow's Dark Array, - Days Of Absence, I Am Weary; She I Love Is Far Away.

If There Wasn't A God We Would Have To Invent One To Keep People Sane.

The One Thing We Do Not Know Is The Limit Of The Knowable.