Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.

Countries Are Like Fruit-the Worms Are Always Inside.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

Faithful Women Are All Alike, They Think Only Of Their Fidelity, Never Of Their Husbands.

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.