By All Means Rid Yourself Of An

Whose Work Is It But Your Own To Open Your Eyes? But Indeed The Business Of The Universe Is To Make Such A Fool Out Of You That You Will Know Yourself For One, And Begin To Be Wise.

What Can Money Do To Console A Man With A Headache?

You Will Be Dead So Long As You Refuse To Die.

Few Delights Can Equal The Presence Of One Whom We Trust Utterly.

Ah, What Is It We Send Up Thither, Where Our Thoughts Are Either A Dissonance Or A Sweetness And A Grace?