Of All The Forms Of Wisdom, Hindsight

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Our Acts Our Angels Are, For Good Or Ill, Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.