Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.