To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks Many Ways.