It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven

It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven Was Just Now Croaking On My Left Hand.

He Who Bravely Endures Evils, In Time Reaps The Reward.

It Is Good To Love In A Moderate Degree; To Distraction, It Is Not Good; But To Love To Entire Distraction, Is The Thing That My Master's Doing.

Disgrace Is Immortal, And Living Even When One Thinks It Dead.

There's No Such Thing, You Know, As Picking Out The Best Woman: It's Only A Question Of Comparative Badness, Brother.