A Person Dishonored Is Worst Than Dead.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.

When We Leave This World, And Are Laid In The Earth, The Prince Walks As Narrow A Path As The Day-laborer.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Where One Door Shuts Another Opens.

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.