Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

It Is The Lava Of The Imagination Whose Eruption Prevents An Earthquake.

O Fame! If I Ever Took Delight In Thy Praises, Twas Less For The Sake Of Thy High-sounding Phrases, Than To See The Bright Eyes Of The Dear One Discover The Thought That I Was Not Unworthy To Love Her.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.