He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere Faith?

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.