Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

Prophet May You Be! If I Be False, Or Swerve A Hair From Truth, When Time Is Old And Hath Forgot Itself, When Waterdrops Have Worn The Stones Of Troy, And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up, And Mighty States Characterless Are Grated To Dusty Nothing, Yet Let Memory, From False To False, Among False Maids In Love, Upbraid My Falsehood!

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.