A Tender Sadness Drops Upon

The Truly Great Rest In The Knowledge Of Their Own Deserts, Nor Seek The Conformation Of The World.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.

If You Do Your Fair Day's Work, You Are Certain To Get Your Fair Day's Wage - In Praise Or Pudding, Whichever Happens To Suit Your Taste.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.