Boy, Take My Advice, And Never Try

We Are Only What We Are; Not What We Would Be; Nor Every Thing We Hope For. We Are But A Step In A Scale, That Reaches Further Above Us Than Below.

For There Is No Folly Of The Beast Of The Earth Which Is Not Infinitely Outdone By The Madness Of Men

Faith, Like A Jackal, Feeds Among The Tombs, And Even From These Dead Doubts She Gathers Her Most Vital Hope.

All The World Over, The Picturesque Yields To The Pocketesque.

There Is Nothing Namable But That Some Men Will, Or Undertake To, Do It For Pay.