Still Are The Thoughts To Memory Dear.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

He Who Indulges His Sense In Any Excesses Renders Himself Obnoxious To His Own Reason; And, To Gratify The Brute In Him, Displeases The Man, And Sets His Two Natures At Variance.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.