Power Is The Most Persuasive Rhetoric.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.