Women May Fail When There Is No

And Nothing Can We Call Our Own But Death And That Small Model Of The Barren Earth Which Serves As Paste And Cover To Our Bones. For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.