Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky