All Moral Laws Are Merely Statements That

The Lot Of Critics Is To Be Remembered By What They Failed To Understand.

I'll Tell Thee What It Says; It Calls Me Villain, A Treacherous Husband, A Cruel Father, A False Brother; One Lost To Nature And Her Charities; Or To Say All In One Short Word, It Calls Me - Gamester.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

Now, In My Opinion, A Woman Has No Business With Power-power Admits No Equal, And Dismisses Friendship For Flattery. Besides, It Keeps The Men At A Distance, And That Is Not Always What We Wish.