Say As You Think And Speak It

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.