There Is No Flock, However Watched And

The Air Is Full Of Farewells To The Dying. And Mournings For The Dead.

And When She Was Good She Was Very Very Good. But When She Was Bad She Was Horrid.

Decide Not Rashly. The Decision Made Can Never Be Recalled. The Gods Implore Not, Plead Not, Solicit Not; They Only Offer Choice And Occasion, Which Once Being Passed Return No More. Dost Thou Accept The Gift?

The Nimble Lie Is Like The Second-hand Upon A Clock; We See It Fly; While The Hour-hand Of Truth Seems To Stand Still, And Yet It Moves Unseen, And Wins, At Last, For The Clock Will Not Strike Till It Has Reached The Goal.

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.