A Golden Mind Stoops Not

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Sometimes, Less Is More.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.