You Who Are In Power Have Only

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

Happiness Is Egotistical.

I Have Always Had More Dread Of A Pen, A Bottle Of Ink, And A Sheet Of Paper Than Of A Sword Or Pistol.

My Son, Be Worthy Of Your Noble Name, Worthily Borne By Your Ancestors For Over Five Hundred Years. Remember It’s By Courage, And Courage Alone, That A Nobleman Makes His Way Nowadays. Don’t Be Afraid Of Opportunities, And Seek Out Adventures. My Son, All I Have To Give You Is Fifteen Ecus, My Horse, And The Advice You’ve Just Heard. Make The Most Of These Gifts, And Have A Long, Happy Life.