Those Two Fatal Words, Mine

A Knight Errant Who Turns Mad For A Reason Deserves Neither Merit Nor Thanks. The Thing Is To Do It Without Cause

Be Not Under The Dominion Of Thine Own Will; It Is The Vice Of The Ignorant, Who Vainly Presume On Their Own Understanding.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

There Are Many Hours And Minutes Between Now And Tomorrowand In Any One Of Them-even In A Minute,the House Falls

Every Production Must Resemble Its Author.