No Man's Pie Is Freed From His

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.