Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

Women Do Most Delight In Revenge.

To Extend Our Memories By Monuments, Whose Death We Daily Pray For, And Whose Duration We Cannot Hope, Without Injury To Our Expectations In The Advent Of The Last Day, Were A Contradiction To Our Belief.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

As Sins Proceed They Ever Multiply, And Like Figures In Arithmetic, The Last Stands For More Than All That Wert Before It.