Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.

He That Lives In Sin And Looks For Happiness Hereafter Is Likehimthat Soweth Cockleand Thinkstofill Hisbarnwith Wheat Or Barley.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.