Mysteries Force A Man To Think, And

A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out. Still I Read On. (montresor)

Take Thy Beak From Out My Heart, And Take Thy Form From Off My Door!” Quoth The Raven, “nevermore.

The Higher Powers Of The Reflective Intellect Are More Decidedly And More Usefully Tasked By The Unostentatious Game Of Draughts Than By All The Elaborate Frivolity Of Chess.

False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope At All.

It All Depends On The Robber's Knowledge Of The Loser's Knowledge Of The Robber. - Daupin