Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

To Be Good To The Vile Is To Throw Water Into The Sea.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness And The Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

Let Us Forget And Forgive Injuries.

He That Gives Quickly Gives Twice.