Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further

Among My Friends Love Is A Payment. It Is An Old Debt For A Borrowing Foolishly Spent.

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

Scotsmen Are Metaphisical And Emotional, They Are Sceptical And Mystical, They Are Romantic And Ironic, They Are Cruel And Tender, And Full Of Mirth And Despair.

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.