Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

Perhaps There Is No Gift Of Nature That Requires As Little Exertion On The Part Of The Owner As Personal Beauty. I Am Not Certain But That It Is This Very Absence Of Effort Which Excites Our Admiration.

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

Don't Be Too Quickto Break Bad Habits: Better Stick,like The Mission Folk, To Your Arsenic.