God Is Always The Last Resource.

Everyone Knows That Drunkards And Lovers Have A Protecting Diety.

His Fair Landlady Was In Despair. She Would Most Willingly Have Made M. D'artagnan Her Husband--such A Handsome Man, And Such A Fierce Mustache!

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

How Did I Escape? With Difficulty. How Did I Plan This Moment? With Pleasure!

Only A Man Who Has Felt Ultimate Despair Is Capable Of Feeling Ultimate Bliss.