Is Any Man Free Except

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of Widely Different Character. [lat., Geminos, Horoscope, Varo Producis Genio.]

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

I Know You Even Under The Skin.