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And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.