All Must Yield To The Weight Of

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

If A Pretty Woman Only Knew How Anger Improved Her Beauty! Her Complexion Needs No Other Paint Than Indignation.

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.

In This Treacherous World Nothing Is The Truth Nor A Lie. Everything Depends On The Color Of The Crystal Through Which One Sees It

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.