He Who Rules Must Fully Humor As

Inclination Snatches Arguments To Make Indulgence Seem Judicious Choice.

I Trust You As Holy Men Trust God; You Could Do Nought That Was Not Pure And Loving, Though The Deed Might Pierce Me Unto Death.

The Mother's Love Is At First An Absorbing Delight, Blunting All Other Sensibilities; It Is An Expansion Of The Animal Existence.

Men Outlive Their Love, But They Don’t Outlive The Consequences Of Their Recklessness.

Fate Has Carried Me 'mid The Thick Arrows: I Will Keep My Stand Not Shrink And Let The Shaft Pass By My Breast To Pierce Another.