Death Was To Be My Glory, But

A Good Memory Is Needed Once We Have Lied. [fr., Il Faut Bonne Memoire Apres Qu'on A Menti.]

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

When A Woman Has The Gift Of Silence She Possesses A Quality Above The Vulgar. It Is A Gift Of Heaven Seldom Bestowed; Without A Little Miracle It Cannot Be Accomplished; And Nature Suffers Violence When Heaven Puts A Woman In The Humor Of Observing Silence.

As Great As Kings May Be, They Are What We Are: They Can Err Like Other Men.

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.