Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.