A Man Should Be What He Seems.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them