Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

She Who Dwells With Me Whom I Have Loved With Such Communion, That No Place On Earth Can Ever Be Solitude To Me.

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

Truth Can Never Be Told So As To Be Understood And Not Be Believed.

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.