I Learned To Love Despair.

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

If We Must Have A Tyrant, Let Him At Least Be A Gentleman Who Has Been Bred To The Business, And Let Us Fall By The Axe And Not By The Butcher's Cleaver.

The Premises Are So Delightfully Extensive, That Two People Might Live Together Without Ever Seeing, Hearing Or Meeting.