You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

Once You Have The Cap And Gown All You Need Do Is Open Your Mouth. Whatever Nonsense You Talk Becomes Wisdom And All The Rubbish Good Sense.

There Is No Secret Of The Heart Which Our Actions Do Not Disclose.

Sharing With Jupiter Is Never A Dishonor.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.