Love Not What You Are But Only

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.

Blessed Be Those Happy Ages That Were Strangers To The Dreadful Fury Of These Devilish Instruments Of Artillery, Whose Inventor I Am Satisfied Is Now In Hell, Receiving The Reward Of His Cursed Invention, Which Is The Cause That Very Often A Cowardly Base Hand Takes Away The Life Of The Bravest Gentleman.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

Health And Cheerfulness Make Beauty

Nothing Costs Less Nor Is Cheaper Than Compliments Of Civility.