He Must Have Killed A Lot Of

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.

Of All The Noises Known To Man, Opera Is The Most Expensive.

It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When I Know I'm Right.

Even Rome Cannot Grant Us A Dispensation From Death.