All The Wonders You Seek Are Within

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

I Could Be Content That We Might Procreate Like Trees, Without Conjunction, Or That We Were Any Way To Perpetuate The World Without This Trivial And Vulgar Way Of Coition; It Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life.

I Am The Happiest Man Alive. I Have That In Me That Can Convert Poverty To Riches, Adversity To Prosperity, And I Am More Invulnerable Than Archilles; Fortune Hath Not One Place To Hit Me.