How Natural It Is To Destroy What

A Woman In The Depths Of Despair Proves So Persuasive That She Wrenches The Forgiveness Lurking Deep In The Heart Of Her Lover. This Is All The More True When That Woman Is Young, Pretty, And So Decollete As To Emerge From The Neck Of Her Gown In The Costume Of Eve.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

Man Is No Match For Woman Where Mischief Reigns.

The Impossible Is Justified By The Fact That It Occurred

Do You Know How A Man Makes His Way Here? By Brilliant Genius Or By Skilful Corruption. You Must Either Cut Your Way Through These Masses Of Men Like A Cannon Ball, Or Steal Among Them Like A Plague.