A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.