The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

Those That Dare Lose A Day, Ate Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It, Are Desperate.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.

I Will Rather Suffer A Thousand Wrongs Than Offer One. I Have Always Found That To Strive With A Superior Is Injurious; With An Equal, Doubtful; With An Inferior, Sordid And Base; With Any, Full Of Unquietness.

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.