Valor Lies Just Halfway Between Rashness And

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

God Bears With The Wicked, But Not Forever.

The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune Proves A New One To Me.

Does The Devil Possess You? You're Leaping Over The Hedge Before You Come At The Stile.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.