The Variety Of All Things

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

The Best Of Seers Is He Who Guesses Well.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.