Gnawing With My Teeth My

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

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.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.