Life Must Go On, Though Good Men

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.

Thus In The Winter Stands The Lonely Tree, Nor Knows What Birds Have Vanished One By One, Yet Knows Its Boughs More Silent Than Before

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.