You Must Not Think, Sir, To Catch

There Is Remedy For All Things Except Death - Don Quixote De La Mancha

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

Get Out Of Harms Way.

When In Doubt, Lean To The Side Of #‎ Mercy .