Tale-bearers Are As Bad As The Tale-makers.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

Women Govern Us; Let Us Render Them Perfect: The More They Are Enlightened, So Much The More Shall We Be. On The Cultivation Of The Mind Of Women Depends The Wisdom Of Men. It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

Believe Not Each Accusing Tongue, As Most Weak Persons Do; But Still Believe That Story Wrong, Which Ought Not To Be True!

There's Only One Truth About War: People Die.