I Do Not Believe That The Good

You Are A King By Your Own Fireside, As Much As Any Monarch In His Throne.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Mind.

Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

Be Temperate In Your Drinking, Remembering That Too Much Wine Cannot Keep Either A Secret Or A Promise.