You Find A Glimmer Of Happiness In

You [scots] Come Of A Race Of Men The Very Wind Of Whose Name Has Swept To The Ultimate Seas.

If 'hamlet' Had Been Written In These Days It Would Probably Have Been Called 'the Strange Affair At Elsinore.

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

One Could Mention Many Lovable Traits In Smee. For Instance, After Killing, It Was His Spectacles He Wiped Instead Of His Weapon.

Never Ascribe To An Opponent Motives Meaner Than Your Own.