Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.