They Best Pass Over The World Who

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.

Monarchs Ought To Put To Death The Authors And Instigators Of War, As Their Sworn Enemies And As Dangers To Their States.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!