Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.