Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.