No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out

One Should Never Spurn A Penitent Criminal: In His Despair He May Become Twice As Much A Criminal As Before.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend