The Griefs Of Private Men

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

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

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

It Is A Comfort To The Miserable To Have Comrades In Misfortune, But It Is A Poor Comfort After All.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?