There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness;

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.