Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great Crimes.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.