But It Is Not Reason That Governs

She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At You.

You Are My Peace, My Solace, My Salvation.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.

People Are All Alike In Their Promises. It Is Only In Their Deeds That They Differ.