Things fit only to give weight to smoke.
I know you even under the skin.
Bad advice is often most fatal to the adviser.
Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.
Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.
Oh, what a void there is in things.