A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand? Come, Let Me Clutch Thee. I Have Thee Not, And Yet I See Thee Still. Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feeling As To Sight? Or Art Thou But A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?