A Woman Should Be Good For Everything

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.

New Faces Have More Authority Than Accustomed Ones.