It Is Not Right To

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.