Tomorrow Will Give Us Something To Think

What Is Dishonestly Got Vanishes In Profligacy.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Quo Usque Tandem Abutere, Catilina, Patientia Nostra? In Heaven's Name,catiline, How Long Will You Abuse Ourpatience?

A Friend Is, As It Were, A Second Self.

No One Can Speak Well, Unless He Thoroughly Understands His Subject.