Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.