The Wretched Have No Friends.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.