Peace Is Produced By War.

Severity Is Allowable Where Gentleness Has No Effect.

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

Sir, What Does It Matter Whom I Serve, So Long As I Am Right?

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained