We Do Pray For Mercy, And That

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.