I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Thou Slave, Thou Wretch, Thou Coward! Thou Little Valiant, Great In Villainy! Thou Ever Strong Upon The Stronger Side! Thou Fortune's Champion, That Dost Never Fight But Where Her Humorous Ladyship Is By To Teach Thee Safety.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.