God Is Always The Last Resource.

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

I Know What Happiness And What Despair Are, And I Never Make A Jest Of Such Feelings. Take It, Then, But In Exchange —

To Be A Woman Condemned To A Wretched And Disgraceful Punishment Is No Impediment To Beauty, But It Is An Insurmountable Obstacle To Power. Like All Persons Of Real Genius, Her Ladyship Well Knew What Accorded With Her Nature And Her Means. Poverty Disgusted Her -subjection Deprived Her Of Two-thirds Of Her Greatness. Her Ladyship Was Only A Queen Amongst Queens: The Enjoyment Of Satisfied Pride Was Essential To Her Sway. To Command Beings Of An Inferior Nature, Was, To Her, Rather A Humiliation Than A Pleasure.

The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To Their Saviour First, Yet They Do Not Hope In Him Until All Other Hope Is Exhausted.