Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Nothing Can Be More Shocking And Horrid Than One Of Our Kitchens Sprinkled With Blood, And Abounding With The Cries Of Expiring Victims Or With The Limbs Of Dead Animals Scattered Or Hung Up Here And There.