The Devil Hath Not, In All His

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

A Celebrity Is One Who Is Known To Many Persons He Is Glad He Doesn't Know.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.