Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

If I Could Remake The World, I'd Banish Women, Send Them Away With All Their Trouble. Then Children Would Come From A Purer Source.

He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love Forever.

Out Of Some Little Thing, Too Free A Tongue Can Make An Outrageous Wrangle.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.