Thou Shalt Not Stir One

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!