Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.

The Man Who Discovers A Woman's Weakness Is Like The Huntsman In The Heat Of The Day Who Finds A Cool Spring. He Wallows In It.

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

Young Girls Are The Chatelaines Of Truth; They Must See That It Is Protected, That The Guilty Lead The Life Of The Guilty, Even If The World Rocks On Its Foundations.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death. It's The Stake One Puts Up In Order To Play The Game Of Life.