They That Touch Pitch Will

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.