The Pen Is The Tongue Of The

Good Actions Ennoble Us, And We Are The Sons Of Our Deeds.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

Whom God Loves, His House Is Sweet To Him.

Patience And Shuffle The Cards.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.