Excess Of Wealth Is Cause

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.