One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief

No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

The Deed Will Be Accomplished With The Least Amount Of Bloodshed Possible, And, If Possible ..., We'll Save All The Souls And Send Them Happily Off To Their Abode.

You Have No Obligation Under The Sun Other Than To Discover Your Real Needs, To Fulfill Them, And To Rejoice In Doing So.

Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

Time, Which Gnaws And Diminisheth All Things Else, Augments And Increaseth Benefits; Because A Noble Action Of Liberality, Done To A Man Of Reason, Doth Grow Continually By His Generous Thinking Of It And Remembering It.