Business? It's Quite Simple; It's Other People's

And Now, Farewell To Kindness, Humanity And Gratitude... I Have Substituted Myself For Providence In Rewarding The Good; May The God Of Vengeance Now Yield Me His Place To Punish The Wicked.

For The Happy Man Prayer Is Only A Jumble Of Words, Until The Day When Sorrow Comes To Explain To Him The Sublime Language By Means Of Which He Speaks To God.

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

Fool That I Am," Said He,"that I Did Not Tear Out My Heart The Day I Resolved To Revenge Myself".

You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But You Would Be Charming If You Would Only Depart.