The Man Without A Navel

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

Men That Look No Further Than Their Outsides, Think Health An Appurtenance Unto Life, And Quarrel With Their Constitutions For Being Sick; But I That Have Examined The Parts Of Man, And Know Upon What Tender Filaments That Fabric Hangs, Do Wonder That We Are Not Always So; And Considering The Thousand Doors That Lead To Death, Do Thank My God That We Can Die But Once.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.