Age Doth Not Rectify, But

Not To Be Content With Life Is The Unsatisfactory State Of Those Which Destroy Themselves; Who Being Afraid To Live, Run Blindly Upon Their Own Death, Which No Man Fears By Experience.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

What Song The Syrens Sang, Or What Name Achilles Assumed When He Hid Himself Among Women, Though Puzzling Questions, Are Not Beyond All Conjecture.

(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.