We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.

Indulge, And To Thy Genius Freely Give, For Not To Live At Ease Is Not To Live.

Your Knowing A Thing Is Nothing, Unless Another Knows You Know It.

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.