Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee,

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

The Oracles Are Dumb, No Voice Or Hideous Hum Runs Thro' The Arched Roof In Words Deceiving.