To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.