The World Must Be Peopled!

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

I Have Almost Forgotten The Taste Of Fears: The Time Has Been, My Senses Would Have Cool’d To Hear A Night-shriek; And My Fell Of Hair Would At A Dismal Treatise Rouse And Stir As Life Were In’t: I Have Supt Full With Horrors; Direness, Familiar To My Slaughterous Thoughts, Cannot Once Start Me.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.