History - The Devil's Scripture

What A Strange Thing Is Man! And What A Stranger Is Woman.

Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

I Was Accused Of Every Monstrous Vice By Public Rumour And Private Rancour; My Name, Which Had Been A Knightly Or Noble One, Was Tainted. I Felt That, If What Was Whispered, And Muttered, And Murmured, Was True, I Was Unfit For England; If False, England Was Unfit For Me.

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.