All Must Yield To The Weight Of

One May Know How To Gain A Victory, And Know Not How To Use It.

At The Point When Affection Is Not Frenzy, It Is Not Adore.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.

To The King, One Must Give His Possessions And His Life; But Honour Is A Possession Of Soul, And The Soul Is Only God's.

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