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Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant When It Is Crushed.

In The Chain Of My Life, There Were So Many Links, All Of Which Tended Towards Bringing Me To The Fulfillment Of My Destiny.

When Will You Give Up These Mad Adventures, And Leave Others To Fight Their Own Battles And To Save Their Own Lives As Best They May?' When Your Ladyship Has Ceased To Be The Most Admired Woman In Europe, Namely, When I Am In My Grave.

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.

To Love, For Us Men, Is To Clasp One Woman With Our Arms, Feeling That She Lives And Breathes Just As We Do, Suffers As We Do, Thinks With Us, Loves With Us, And, Above All, Sins With Us.