Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.