It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

Where There Are Two, One Cannot Be Wretched, And One Not.

There Is No Worse Evil Than A Bad Woman; And Nothing Has Ever Been Produced Better Than A Good One.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.