Down From His Brow She Ran His

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.