A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.

Happiness Does Not Lie In Happiness, But In The Achievement Of It.

They Wanted To Speak, But Could Not; Tears Stood In Their Eyes. They Were Both Pale And Thin; But Those Sick Pale Faces Were Bright With The Dawn Of A New Future, Of A Full Resurrection Into A New Life. They Were Renewed By Love; The Heart Of Each Held Infinite Sources Of Life For The Heart Of The Other.

But How Could You Live And Have No Story To Tell?

When Reason Fails, The Devil Helps!

I Swear To You Gentlemen, That To Be Overly Conscious Is A Sickness, A Real, Thorough Sickness.