Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

I Do Not Believe That The Good Lord Plays Dice.