My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand. >>
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of >>
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself. >>
If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think >>
Murder is a horror, but an often necessary horror, never criminal, whi >>
After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most drea >>
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?