What Is Death, So It Be But

Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

If We Must Have A Tyrant, Let Him At Least Be A Gentleman Who Has Been Bred To The Business, And Let Us Fall By The Axe And Not By The Butcher's Cleaver.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.