When We Have Got It, We Want

It Is The Mind That Maketh Good Or Ill, That Maketh Wretch Or Happy, Rich Or Poor.

When I Play With My Cat, Who Knows Whether I Do Not Make Her More Sport Than She Makes Me?

It Is Not My Deeds That I Write Down, It Is Myself, My Essence.

A Man Has Need Of Tough Ears To Hear Himself Fairly Judged.

Lovers Are Angry, Reconciled, Entreat, Thank, Appoint, And Finally Speak All Things, By Their.