Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.