Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.