The Ocean Asks For Nothing But Those

I Must Be Taken As I Have Been Made. The Success Is Not Mine, The Failure Is Not Mine, But The Two Together Make Me.

Darkness Is Cheap, And Scrooge Liked It.

Night, Like A Giant, Fills The Church, From Pavement To Roof, And Holds Dominion Through The Silent Hours. Pale Dawn Again Comes Peeping Through The Windows: And, Giving Place To Day, Sees Night Withdraw Into The Vaults, And Follows It, And Drives It Out, And Hides Among The Dead.

My Guiding Star Always Is, Get Hold Of Portable Property.

Death Is A Mighty, Universal Truth.