Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.