They Never Fail Who Die

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.

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

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

He Was A Man Of His Times. With One Virtue And A Thousand Crimes. (the Corsair)

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth