I Prefer The Wicked Rather Than The

A Rogue Does Not Laugh In The Same Way That An Honest Man Does; A Hypocrite Does Not Shed The Tears Of A Man Of Good Faith. All Falsehood Is A Mask; And However Well Made The Mask May Be, With A Little Attention We May Always Succeed In Distinguishing It From The True Face.

Pure Love And Suspicion Cannot Dwell Together: At The Door Where The Latter Enters, The Former Makes Its Exit.

Wait And Hope!

You Who Are In Power Have Only The Means That Money Produces — We Who Are In Expectation, Have Those Which Devotion Prompts.

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.