What A Thing Of Fantasy A Woman

Above All Do Not Ask That Justice Be Just: It Is Just, Because It Is Justice. The Idea Of A Just Justice Could Have Originated Only In The Brain Of An Anarchist.

White Hair Often Covers The Head, But The Heart That Holds It Is Ever Young.

When Women Love Us, They Forgive Us Everything, Even Our Crimes; When They Do Not Love Us, They Give Us Credit For Nothing, Not Even Our Virtues.

Nothing Is Irredeemably Ugly But Sin.

A Man Who Stops At Nothing Short Of The Law Is Very Clever Indeed!