Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

What Is Honour? A Word. What Is In That Word Honour? What Is That Honour? Air. A Trim Reckoning! Who Hath It? He That Died O' Wednesday. Doth He Feel It? No. Doth He Hear It? No.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.