Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

Jesus Is The Purest Among The Mighty, And The Mightiest Among The Pure, Who, With His Pierced Hand Has Raised Empires From Their Foundations, Turned The Stream Of History From Its Old Channel, And Still Continues To Rule And Guide The Ages

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.