In The Chain Of My Life, There

Even The Worst Moments And The Weariest Journeys Must Come To An End.

Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals A Blow.

It Does Seem Simple, Doesn't It?' She Said, With A Final Bitter Attempt At Flippancy, 'when You Want To Kill A Chicken...you Take Hold Of It...then You Wring Its Neck...it's Only The Chicken Who Does Not Find It Quite So Simple. Now You Hold A Knife At My Throat, And A Hostage For My Obedience...you Find It Simple...i Don't

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant When It Is Crushed.

Your Mock Saint Who Stands In A Niche Is Not A Woman If She Have Not Suffered, Still Less A Woman If She Have Not Sinned. Fall At The Feet Of Your Idol As You Wish, But Drag Her Down To Your Level After That -- The Only Level She Should Ever Reach, That Of Your Heart.