So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar? The Hearts Bleed Longest, And Heals But To Wear That Which Disfigures It.