Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.

It's The People Who Try To Be Clever Who Never Are; The People Who Are Clever Never Think Of Trying To Be.

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.