For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

There Is Something Pagan In Me That I Cannot Shake Off. In Short, I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.