Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

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.

Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks Many Ways.