A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.

Many A Crown Shines Spotless Now That Yet Was Deeply Sullied In The Winning.

It Does Not Prove A Thing To Be Right Because The Majority Say It Is So.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.