So Blinded Are We By Our Passions,

Deformity Of The Heart I Call The Worst Deformity Of All; For What Is Form, Or What Is Face, But The Soul's Index, Or Its Case?

Strong As Our Passions Are, They May Be Starved Into Submission, And Conquered Without Being Killed.

I Will Not Be Revenged, And This I Owe To My Enemy; But I Will Remember, And This I Owe To Myself.

Posthumous Charities Are The Very Essence Of Selfishness When Bequeathed By Those Who, Even Alive, Would Part With Nothing.

We Ask Advice But We Mean Approbation.