Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

Son, Brother, Father, Lover, Friend. There Is Room In The Heart For All The Affections, As There Is Room In Heaven For All The Stars.

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

A Fall From Such A Height Is Rarely Straight Downwards.

In Short, I Am Doing What I Can, I Suffer With The Same Universal Suffering, And I Try To Assuage It, I Possess Only The Puny Forces Of A Man, And I Cry To All: “help Me!