Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.