Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

The Hottest Places In Hell Are Reserved For Those Who, In Time Of Great Moral Crisis, Maintain Their Neutrality. [this Miserable Mode Maintain The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Withouten Infamy Or Praise.]

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

The Path To Paradise Begins In Hell.

Conscience, That Boon Companion Who Sets A Man Free Under The Strong Breastplate Of Innocence, That Bids Him On And Fear Not.