Where I Could Not Be

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

The Means That Heaven Yields Must Be Embraced, And Not Neglected; Else, If Heaven Would, And We Will Not Heaven's Offer, We Refuse The Proffered Means Of Succor And Redress.

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.