Tart, Cathartic Virtue.

Overhead The Sanctities Of The Stars Shine Forever-more... Pouring Satire On The Pompous Business Of The Day Which They Close, And Making The Generations Of Men Show Slight And Evanescent.

Once You Make A Decision, The Universe Conspires To Make It Happen.

Every Spirit Makes Its House, And We Can Give A Shrewd Guess From The House To The Inhabitant.

Though I Am Weak, Yet God, When Prayed, Cannot Withhold His Conquering Aid.

Our Housekeeping Is Mendicant, Our Arts, Our Occupations, Our Marriages, Our Religion We Have Not Chosen But Society Has Chosen For Us.