Every Period Of Time Is A Sphinx

In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Buds Were Bursting, Then In My Heart Did Love Arise. In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Birds Were Singing, Then Did I Reveal To Her My Yearning And Longing.

When The Heroes Go Off The Stage, The Clowns Come On.

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.

Silence Can Be Defined As Conversation With An Englishman

Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory; Foolish Words And Empty Story.