If The Head Is Lost, All That

In Their Rules There Was Only One Clause: Do What You Will.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over

If You Say To Me: "master, It Would Seem That You Weren't Too Terribly Wise To Have Written These Bits Of Nonsense And Pleasant Mockeries," I Respond That You Are Hardly More So In Finding Amusement In Reading Them.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.