Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat,

Miracle Me No Miracles.

One Should Not Talk Of Hatters In The House Of The Hanged.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

There Were No Embraces, Because Where There Is Great Love There Is Often Little Display Of It.