Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of

There Is One Art Of Which People Should Be Masters - The Art Of Reflection.

Death But Supplies The Oil For The Inextinguishable Lamp Of Life.

We Must Not Be Guilty Of Taking The Law Into Our Own Hands, And Converting It From What It Really Is To What We Think It Ought To Be.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.