Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of

Curiosity Is Gluttony. To See Is To Devour.

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.

At Least You Are Mine! Soon – In A Few Months, Perhaps, My Angel Will Sleep In My Arms, Will Awaken In My Arms, Will Live There. All Your Thought At All Moments, All Your Looks Will Be For Me; All My Thought, All My Moments, All My Looks Will Be For You!

A Stout Heart May Be Ruined In Fortune But Not In Spirit.

If You Would Civilize A Man, Begin With His Grandmother.