By Hook Or By Crook

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.