Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.