They Never Fail Who Die In A

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

It Is Not For Minds Like Ours To Give Or To Receive Flatter; Yet The Praises Of Sincerity Have Ever Been Permitted To The Voice Of Friendship

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

There Is Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.